Kurt Cobain - Buffy's Pregnant lyrics

Boy, would I like to do her I'd like to jump her bones Slip her the hot beef injection I'm hoping she gives me a hand-job Hum'na hum'na I got so wasted last Saturday night Drank a whole half-gallon Got really sick, puked It was great, though And me and my break-dancing friends went out And beat up some punk rock f*gots Buffy's pregnant We'll plan a future We'll fit the cla** Go debate on Who has the nicest a** Spread our mind games With verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, clone Saw you yesterday Eighty-six rules Did you hear what Marsha said? "Like, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know." Chris called me up And he went and I went And, oh, my God, I'm so embarra**ed I could just scream "I swear, I will never talk to him, as long as I live" Buffy's pregnant Plan a future We'll fit the cla** We'll go debate on Who has the nicest a** Spread our mind games With verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, clone Buffy's pregnant Plan a future We'll fit the cla** We'll go debate on Who has the nicest a** Spread our mind games Verbal words We are all the same Just flies on turds Clone, clone, clone, clone