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One, two, three, four, five
everybody in the room
let's zip down my fly
go down my pants and around the corner
the guys at mcdonald's wanna take my order
big mac like i had last week
don't like their sauce
'cause special sauce is cheap
i like monica, hillary, chelsea, and paula
with each one i get
my paycheck's getting smaller
i can't believe they won't let me shop in cigar stores
to me, flirting is just of bore, let's get it on
it's all good, i want it
monica blows me like a trumpet
Chorus: a little bit of monica in my pants
a little bit of hillary's romance
a little bit of paula everyday
a lotta bit of linda in way
a little bit of kenneth from behind
a little bit of buddy on my mind
a little bit of al gore, he's my man
lead me to the next verse take my hand...