You're Pretty When I'm Drunk Songtext

von 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's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory makin' a big stink
Macin' 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 Twelve Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales
Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Schlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer-tinted glasses I'm ready to biddy battle
I'm "Hungry Like The Wolf" but I'll end up tendin' 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 Pygmy
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 ménagé a 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'd 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 3:00 A.M. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me somethin' bit me while my little rod was fishing
I was deep sea fishin' 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

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