I'm talking about - everybody getting crunk, crunk. Boys trying to touch my junk, junk. Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk. Now, now - we goin till they kick us out, out. Or the police shut us down, down.
I keep hearing this crock so much that it's making me lose what's left of my fragile lil mind!
It's gotten so bad that now I carry a long sharp knitting needle with me everywhere so that the next time it happens, I can pierce my eardrums and avoid ever again hearing this shit!
This bimbo's kinda hot - albeit in a skanky trailerpark trash way. But that's it.
When I first heard this crock, I thought it was a joke. Some sort of parody of the muzak vomited out by Black eyed Peas and their ilk. But sadly no.
Taking off from the stoopid title, the lyrics here are dumber than a bag of hopped-up Chimpmunks! They take an even crazier turn when this skank says; "we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger"! What? She wants to bang 90 year old Brits?
Speaking of which, there's a version of this dirge below that's actually far far better than the original! Yap,it's from some Chimpmunks!
There's a lunatic theory called the infinite monkey theorem which basically speculates that if you put a group of monkeys with typewriters in a room for an infinite timeframe, they will eventually come up with the complete works of William Shakespeare.
Well, for a start, they can't f*cking type! And after a few days they'd be dead and the room would be full of crap!
However, if you put ten monkeys in a room with typewriters and have them listen continuously to muzak by Black Eyed Peas and Pussycat Dolls, then in ten hours, they'd have come it with this!
The head monkey would say ... "We came up with this thing. Yeah, it's a total crock. But so what? We're only f*cking monkeys!"
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