The Scabs/ Ray Artega "Bombtracks"
Lyrics by Bob Schneider
now on the runway in La and Paris the girls be catching vapours and its
strictly hey hey and I say hey hey and they say who you and i say that
I'm the man they calling Mrs. DooDoo and they say why's that and i say
well cause cause of all the good good loving Mrs. DooDoo does and they say
bullshit and I say check my creds and when you're done checking I'll be
all tucked into bed with your girlfriend so what you think about that and
they say damnit Mrs. DooDoo how come you're acting so whack i say cuz it's
easy for a man like me to give a girl like you a little extra TLC and
they say ah ha and I say mmmm mmmm and they say later Mrs. DooDoo and I
say later to you too and while i'm saying that you can check with this
and here's a little something for you that you don't wanna miss t'uela me
la pela You say whatever like you're so clever well honey that and a
dollar'll get you nowhere never your strictly part time working at the
guggenheim you write the whack pack rhymes then its strictly miller time
chilly chillin like you was matthew dillon swillin ampicillin and killin
all the villians in your urine by hanging out down in port huron trying to
pretend that you're Mr Clive Van Buron bullshit t'uela me la pela this
ain't no small cock jam rock like woodstock no babe its the booty shakin
dancefloor breakin bomb rock waking your mom and dad up out of bed your
mom sucks all that cock cause she was bottle fed we got that groovy movie
do it to me suzie beat be busting out the club like it was fucking easy
street you know its easy for the kid and its easy for my whole crew to
make the jams funky like the way we do t'uela me la pela
