Coda Conduct - Click Clack (Front N Back) lyrics

[Verse 1] Met him as a waiter at a restaurant Hips swaying to a disco folk beat I was like "Hooh! Can I get some sesame seeds On the top of these fresh baked buns please?" Now we headed off into the sunset Just me and sweet cheeks in the front seat Here's a love letter to the boys that know How to get their bu*ts free (Put your seat belt on) Thick at the top and all tight at the bottom And if you're combing it you're fine But I don't mind if you're not And when he wanna drop it down I promptly buy him an ottoman In the meantime better get that behind [poppin'] You got mah fever hot and I'm burnin' up [Did somebody pop it up but don't stop Is that was working their perky bu*ts] So enamored with the shake and perfect [girth of your] curvature [When my turn to get a permit] To confirm that it's firm enough [Chorus] Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low [Verse 2] Met him on the jetty down at the seashore bu*t bumping all around in them speedos I was like "Hi!" He was like “Hi” I was like "What you mean like 'hi' or 'high' like high like my libido?" Now we're riding on a tandem bike Just get me something strong I can stand behind Then I got him on a string, so his hams are mine (Put your seat belt on) Don't mind me I just wanna sight see Eyes are on them tight cheeks Kinda like a ripe peach And a Heinie, Roxanne, Rasiel, Jock Strap (?) If he's moving in then I'm Giving him his bonds back Call me the landlord Tyrant of the dance floor Whatcha got a bu*ton holding up your pants for? Coz it keeps my thoughts in your chinos or On your jeans or cords or ya b-ball shorts [Chorus] Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low [Verse 3] Talkin 'bout the kind of guy with the wit to trump me And a nice big lump sum up in them undies Serves up that lunch when I'm hungry Coz he knows that I love that rump meat I see you dressed in a suit and your best pair of blue suede shoes Got your groove on like Fred Astaire That you'd be be better if you loosen your derriere (Put your seatbelt on) Men kid themselves thinking that I'm letting them hit on me Coz I need to go to bed to get ahead in the industry I would glad pretend I'm wrapped around their fingers smile and wink And let him get up to buy a drink and admire the symmetry The guys and women that wreckin' biceps don't stand a chance Forget about the thighs and abs Say “Whatcha want?” "Badonkadonk!" “Whatcha want?” "Badonkadonk!" [Chorus] Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low Boys get your booty low I wanna see all of the boys Get their booty low And ladies I don't care If you move your load too But I think it's only fair That the boys get a go to get their booty low [Outro Slowmo] “Whatcha want?” "Badonkadonk!" “Whatcha want?” "Badonkadonk!" “Whatcha want?” "Badonkadonk!" “Whatcha want?”