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Mindless Self Indulgence - Bomb This Track Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mindless Self Indulgence
Mindless Self Indulgence
Lead Guitar
James Euringer
James Euringer
Vocals
Steven Montano
Steven Montano
Lead Guitar
Lindsey Ann Way
Lindsey Ann Way
Bass Guitar
Jennifer Dunn
Jennifer Dunn
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Euringer
James Euringer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mindless Self Indulgence
Mindless Self Indulgence
Producer
James Galus
James Galus
Producer
James Euringer
James Euringer
Producer
Steven Montano
Steven Montano
Producer
Greg Reely
Greg Reely
Mixing Engineer
Rhys Fulber
Rhys Fulber
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, thanks for the party, and the Maserati Y'all rock my body, but now I'm gone, bye! Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls The front-row tickets, yeah, goodbye! Thanks for the party and the paparazzi Everybody knows me, now I'm embarrassed! Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the press And, oh yeah, doing my laundry! I wanna testify I was not notified When did my mother start buggin' out, n' getting high? I wanna take a chance, deep in your underpants All my little girls, everybody kiss my ass Bomb! Bomb this track! Dis-re-spect! No re-grets! Bomb this track! Yo! Thanks for the party, and the Maserati Y'all rock my body, and now I'm gone, bye! Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls The front-row tickets, yeah, goodbye! I wanna testify I was not notified When did my mother start buggin' out, n' getting high? I wanna take a chance, deep in your underpants All my little girls, everybody kiss my ass Bomb! Bomb this track! Dis-re-spect! No re-grets! Bomb this track! All my scrawny ladies, and my bony ladies That's what happens when you take what they is givin', baby All my horny mommies, and my rowdy mommies Poppin' static, yo, prepare yourself for stormy weather Good lookin' out there, baby Beef is cookin', baby Don't you know that they be readin' what I'm writin', baby? All my scrawny ladies, and my bony ladies That's what happens when you take what they is givin', baby Bomb! Bomb this track! Dis-re-spect! No re-grets! Bomb this track! Take off your clothes and I will never go home Take off your clothes and I will never go home Take off your clothes and I will never go home Take off your clothes and I will never go home Yo! Thanks for the party, and the Maserati Y'all rock my body, and now I'm gone, bye! Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls The front-row tickets, yeah, goodbye! Thanks for the party and the paparazzi Everybody knows me, now I'm embarrassed! Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the press And, oh yeah, doing my laundry!
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