เกินสิยื้อ - BENZ MUENG LOEI

I got my wine Get out of my way Got a chip on my shoulder Had a real bad day Met a little girl Just thirteen She's a knock-down blue-eyed slut psycho-virgin tease Rock Queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now Got some time Won't go wrong Sittin' on the sidewalk Singing songs Take my baby home On the scene Turns out she's a koochie-koochie-koochie Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies Rock queen, thirteen, buxom blonde, bad dream Let me touch your cookies--let me eat your cookies--now

Smash bam bif boom crack Party still goin' six in the mornin' Jim Beam, Courvoisier and Jack We're goin' down I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run Yo Zeke stop! At the liquor store We want some more I'd like to introduce you to my fifth That's who I'm with I need some fuel I need some fuel I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I'm free to exercise my downward mobility I'm free to exercise my downward mobility My downward mobility I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run I need some fuel to run

Mama's in the kitchen Papa's on the porch Junior's downstairs in the basement Passin' on freedom's torch They're busy fighting Fillin' all the jails But sure as the sun do shine in the mornin'-- There's drugs on sale They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Something's gone wrong with the TV generation I am the product of that situation So you say you're feelin' Pinhead frustration C'mon join the nation They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America Don't ask me why things are the way they are They just are I don't know why People are so curious They wanna chase it They wanna taste it They wanna get wasted They're getting wasted Wasted They're getting wasted Wasted in America They're getting wasted in New Jersey Wasted in Illinois Wasted in California And the Texans say "You 'all" Wasted in America They're getting wasted in America They're getting wasted in America

Throbbing pulsating gyrating hyperventilating 'Til we pass 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 fucks 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 pass 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

The girl next door knows the score She wants more than foreplay She don't follow fashion She won't do what you say Miss America I really want you to make you feel like you're a queen Miss America I really want to make you feel like you've been seen Little lassie Trouble maker Date breaker Soul shaker too If I had one wish I'd make the whole world true blue Miss America I really want you to make you feel like you're a queen Miss America I really want to make you feel like you've been seen From the mountains to the sea There's a girl who wants to be In the valley burning cities There's a woman She gets a little tired when she drinks wine She gets worn down Relax Miss America I really want you to make you feel like you're a queen Miss America I really want to make you feel like you're a queen Miss America I really want ya

Bimbo beauties beckoning Fizzy banger Said she's a sanger-screwdriver Mrs. Phillips gives head for bottlecaps On the ceiling painted frescoes never lie Wild flowers growing on Happy hour A dyed blonde sacrificial lamb Died during happy hour How far would you drive How far would you drive To rock in another man's grave We went down to Disneyland Mickey died in vain Wild flowers growing on Happy hour There's a time of day Where everything is all right Happy hour There's a point in space Where you don't have to fight Happy hour Happy hour Bimbo beauties beckoning Fizzy banger Said she's a... How far would you drive How far would you drive Fireflies play leapfrog on the sheets Purple spots on your t-bar Tell me what your money buys Wild flowers growing on Wild flowers growing on Happy hour Happy hour Happy hour