Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Flovilla Thatch Vs. The Virile Garbageman lyrics

Listen to me baby, i'm tired of talkin' to myself You've got a pair of jungle drums on you Oh and what a nasty mix 42-24-36 When you drop dem bombshells the blood goes Right out of my brain Now's the time to work the hump Let's make them bubbles bump Let's dump the sump pump Hey girl i'm talkin' to you 2 is the number of the voodoo that you do My kinky twinkie is black and blue Your pointer sisters are just too good to be true She's got the hump Ain't talkin' bout your rump Dat viscious double bump Your busy front is pumpin' up my ba** Got the hump Clock dem mothers jumps De bump dat really thump Your busy front is jammin' in my face Turn those mutha's out Holy toledo, twin torpedos, my cub scout Pitched a tent in my speedo's I squirt dessert and flirt with skirt And rub my genie in the lamp until my fingers hurt Cross your heart you're goin' strapless? That's a pretty pearl necklace Drop your record on my needle Stick my head between your speakers You remind me of my mommy That's an awfully large pastrami Can you use a melon bailer? I'm a 1-900 caller Flovilla I'm your virile garbageman She's gof the hump Ain't talkin' bout your rump Dat viscious double bump Your busy front is pumpin' up my ba** Got the hump Clock dem mothers jumps De bump dat really thump Your busy front is jammin' in my face Turn those mutha's out