Story Behind The Song
Stream of consciousness between two songwriters into Flaming Lips and West Coast Hard Core rap.
Song Description
Exercise your thighs if you wanna get action
Gotta burn, burn the malt liquor that we been packin'
I'm hot and dirty probly little more than you're used to
In butter, butter pancakes flippin', fuckin' like we do
| Song Length |
3:23 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Charming |
Subject |
Encouragement, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
| Similar Artists |
The Flaming Lips, Yeah Yeah Yeahs |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Apparently rocks can't think straight with alcohol
We drink our 40s neat, a-woo-hoo
Brown bags can insulate us from the fuzz
And make this thug life complete, a-woo-hoo
Exercise your thighs if you wanna get action
Gotta burn, burn the malt liquor that we been packin'
I'm hot and dirty probly little more than you're used to
In butter, butter pancakes flippin', fuckin' like we do
Apparently cops can't see straight on Demerol
They drink their coffee tweaked, a-woo-hoo
Big belts can insulate them from the know
And make their souls obsolete, a-woo-hoo
Gotta like the pain
Freezer burn on my membrane
Stimulate your inner vision
To break free from the prison system (gotta get out, get out)