The world is in the palm of my hands (Yes it is) See, I just got the keys to my bothers van Sorry Na Na, she's takin' it off (Gettin' so naked now) And we're gettin' freaky on the loft (Freaky to the maximum) Don't try to knock (oh oh oh) Cause it'll throw off my rock And the steamed up windows should say enough Or the moans that you hear When you're creepin' up, uh huh Nasty Har Mar Well it's one ton of solid fun Ten of my friends and a graphix bong Damn we're out of smoke You can't surprise me Gotta beeline to the man who supplies me Don't forget to pick up a dime for me Oh bro please let me use your ride Dirty Preson's Pontiac just died And all of all of all of our feet are getting tied (So tired) We're never gonna make it to the bon fire, uh huh Don't try to knock (oh oh oh) Cause it'll throw off my rock And the steamed up windows should say enough Or the moans that you hear When you're creepin' up, uh huh Nasty Har Mar Ooh ooh Mmmmmmmmmm I will