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Check baby, check baby One two three That's alright with me Singing playing all the time Now hey look, lucky me Always been in touch with reality you see Oh check old man, check old man, check old man, check the cables and the chain Yeah check baby, check baby One two three It's alright with me Amphetamine, amphetamine You know what I mean She got a real kick to her Yeah just like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls Watch the man, watch the man, watch a man as he's walking around the world Yeah it's like balls to the balls to the balls to the balls to the walls to the wall Check baby, check baby One two three That's alright with me Hey, hey look look at me, always been in touch with the world obviously Yeah check baby, check baby, three four five Never no jive talking turkey not me Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables in the chain And get back at me, get back at me, when its safe to sling up my six-string Then it's easy like Four five six and your buddy got a pick Check baby, check baby, all day round I was very lost but now I'm way unfound Check brother, check brother check what a world we've inherited from another mother What a whale of a pickle what a spell we are all pinned under We give the devil a warm embrace and then we run like chickens from the teargas But you wanna go to heaven when you d-i-e that's alright with me It's easy like four, five, six and a buddy got his head aligned Yeah, check it all in Oh check baby, check baby four and five never no jive talkin' turkey Yeah check old man, check old man, check all the cables if you're able It's easy like four, five, six and our buddy got a dick and for the rest of slick, slick licks And rub my belly with a stick of hot butter all over baby, all over And watch the man, watch the man, watch a man as he's walking around the world Watch the man, watch the man, watch a man as he's walking around the world And the cry baby, cry baby is talking, talking trash while sitting still internally When I said i was in mild, admit it I meant way over a pickle I stumbled on...
Writer(s): Kurt Samuel Vile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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