Bret Mazur - Mickey Slipper lyrics

[Lyte] Ready? [guy] No [Lyte] Oh! [Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power! [Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro* [guy] Okay, hello! [Lyte] Watch your drin.. WHAT? Watch your drink! No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late? Hit it! I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana Sippin on some vodka in a gla** with Tropicana I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky What I didn't know was somebody slipped a Mickey Into my drink, which caused a fantasy And somehow slapped me back into reality! Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me This just goes to show, you must stop and think When you're out partyin, never leave your drink.. WORD!