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I cant help my feelings;
Ill go out of my mind.
These players come to get me
Cause theyd like my behind.
I cant love my business,
If I cant get a trick.
Down on Santa Monica,
Where tricks are for kids.
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Youve got your problems;
(Oh.) Ive got my eye swipe.
(Oh.) Youve got your big G's;
Ive got my hash pipe.
I cant help my boogies;
They get out of control.
I know that you dont care
But I want you to know.
The knee-stocking flavor
Is a favorite treat
Of men that dont bother
With the taste of a teat.
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Youve got your problems;
(Oh.) Ive got my eye swipe.
(Oh.) Youve got your big G's;
Ive got my hash pipe.
Oh, come on and kick me.
Oh, come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Come on and kick me.
(Oh.) Youve got your problems;
(Oh.) Ive got my eye swipe.
(Oh.) Youve got your big G's;
Ive got my hash pipe.
Ive got my hash pipe.
I've got my hash pipe.