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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darrin Pfeiffer
Darrin Pfeiffer
Drums
Evil Jared
Evil Jared
Bass
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Vocals
Lüpüs Thünder
Lüpüs Thünder
Guitar
Spanky G
Spanky G
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Stigliano
Matthew Stigliano
Songwriter
Darrin Pfeiffer
Darrin Pfeiffer
Songwriter
James Franks
James Franks
Songwriter
Lüpüs Thünder
Lüpüs Thünder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Pop
Jimmy Pop
Producer
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Joseph M. Palmaccio
Mastering Engineer
Richard Gavalis
Richard Gavalis
Engineer

Lyrics

Ouch, it won't reach my mouth
If I could do it myself, I'd probably never leave the house
But I can't, so here's where you come in
Giving it different strokes just like Arnold Drummond
Hummin', hmm-hmm, good like Campbell's
And you'll handle the sack like the quarterback Randall
Cunningham like Joanie loves Chachi
They call him, "Ralph Mouth", 'cause he's down on potsie
Rocky chasin' the chicken
Watch the plot thicken with the cock when your lickin'
Me like Apollo your creed my mission
You go down for the count, I countdown ignition
Blast off, you're a rocket scientist
A genius what I mean is you suck at this
So escargot 'cause my snail needs frenchin'
You must be five stars 'cause my staff's at full attention
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Dinner for one, I know you got your reservations
Starvation like a third world nation
So do it for the children and I'll make a donation
My fly's in your eyes let me rise to the occasion
In my underoos, I tend to be brief
So when you're sinkin' your teeth deep into my beef
You can fondle but it's kind of like McDonald's realize it's
Just a Happy Meal so you can't Super Size it
Told to hold the pickle then you went and blew it
Gherkin off and the special sauce comes included
But you knew it did so concentrate like Tropicana
To eat a chiquita, you need to grow the banana
So can you Bob like Dylan on my Peter like Criss?
'Til it's Chubby like Checker, come on, baby, do the twist
It's all in the wrist like table tennis
So beat me like Betty Crocker cake mix
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Yummy, down on this
Down on this, down on this
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
If you were a Hindu, I could aim for the dot
Yummy down on this, yummy down on this
Yummy down on this throbbing pole of hot man chicken
And feel free to wiggle dunk these purple bulldog cheeks
Written by: Darrin Pfeiffer, James M. Franks, Matthew Stigliano
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