Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating
'Til we pa** out on the floor
Met a little girl with no bloomers on
When she showed me her fake I.D. I knew something was wrong
She said let's dance
Said I got a wooden leg
Said I'd like to see you on your knees
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly too
She's cuddly wuddly wuddly got a hold on you
Yeah you got a reputation for coming on strong
Now you're leanin' up against my dang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang
Here we go to your bungalow
Boyfriend's on the road
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Get a little nervous
What can a poor boy say
'Bout a girl that f**s a different guy each and every day
But she's cuddly wuddly wuddly
Too bad
You don't dig dudes that play guitar
You got a thing for drummers
You got a thing for men with scars
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'til we pa** out
On the floor
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on
Put the spit on