Songteksten

Dude, we gotta fucking write something dude, c'mon I don't like that, so far ba', off to a bad start Better, closer, warmer That's it, okay I love ya baby, but all I can think about is Kielbasa sausage, your butt cheeks is warm I check my dipstick, you need lubrication, honey My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform Now get it on I see you walkin', but all I can think about is Dianetics, your butt cheeks is warm I check my dipstick, you need lubrication, honey My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform Now I've been set loose, ah I'm shooting my juice, ah Right in your caboose Now fuckin' get it on Now get it on Get it on Dianetics junior much better than Krishna Dianetics cure you much better indeed And all you people here, you're tremendous (Except the people in the back) And you're smoking up a big-ass bowl of weed with me, and KG All right, oh, yeah All right, oh my God All the ladies in the house say yeah (yeah) C'mon, you motherfucker say a prayer (prayer) When you fight, you got to fight fair You motherfucker, ho, you motherfucker You know what time it is? Tenacious D time, you motherfucker, go Fuck yeah Yeah, yeah Dude, that was TNT
Writer(s): Thomas Black, Kyle Gass Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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