You're Pretty When I'm Drunk Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission 

To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin' 

Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless 

Until we brought Skip O' Pot2mus 

And Daddy gonna get some, probably underage and dumb 

And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young 

Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink 

Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink 

M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup 

Waitin' for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up 

'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale 

After that I get silly like Soupy Sales 

Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed 

A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz 

With my beers, tinted glasses, I'm ready to bitty battle 

I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle 

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk) 

Here she comes, a funky fried cutie 

Mr.Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty 

'Cause I'm Mr.Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery 

You'd think I was a ditch, the way this chick was diggin' me 

But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be 

Hey Lupus is she cute? Yeah, for a pygmie 

Aw, what do you know? You're probably goin' home alone 

And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone 

Plus beauty, it's only skin deep 

It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak 

I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can 

It's a mnage trois, you and me and Heineken 

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk) 

Regrets I've had a few 

First and foremost I'd like to mention you 

For the sake of conversation, we'll call you the Brand New Heavy 

You're a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy 

You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut 

You're Buddha, you're Shamu, you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt 

You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy 

I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry 

It was 3 a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat 

So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot 

I was butterin' rolls like a soup kitchen Christian 

Then it hit me, something bit me while my little rod was fishin' 

I was deep sea fishing, I took a fat chance 

But how was I supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants 

At that junction I came to realize 

That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size 

Fatty fatty boom ba latty, I gotta lament 

That you were not a girl, you were an experiment 

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(You're pretty when I'm drunk) 

You're pretty when I'm drunk 

(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)