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Little sally walker, sittin in a saucer,
Oh, how i tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could,
But i didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my walkman bumpin on
The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin
Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn dutch puked (??)
Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so i got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought i was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and i'm busted for real
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease