Morris Day - Cloreen Baconskin lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, let'em... Yeah, let'em nice and breezy motherf**ers [Verse] What you looking for n***a? Oh hold it, stop What the f** you mean u don't have the headphones on? You...You This song is called... This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me It's dedicated to my first wife Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen She's just phat, hit me To nasty I said now You.., Bacon Skin Just phat, but you know where it's at I wish you was thin Cloreen Bacon Skin Brotch, you can't f** with that, look out And the band said And look out, said Wait a minute, I said Bacon Skin, hit me Sexy Don't touch no.., don't U touch snare or cymbal U just tap, good God I want to sing to this girl I said baby, wait a minute We're all alone You try to make love Somebody call U on the phone I don't know what his name is But I know, I know this is life But that, that's real, baby, you know life Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute Oh good God, I saidWait a minute Oh, and the band said Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said Once more on the one, come on And the band said That's alright, that's alright You old motherf**er, you a senior citizen, look out You can't f** with me I'll drive you to the ground OK,open the hi hat, here we go Rumbling, rumbling, yes Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on Yeah, come on, said splash Good God Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin Everybody say You can't f** with that Eruption in your face I'm to s**y, I'm to s**y, s**y one in the place, good God I'm s**y, love s**y right down to my seat belt, good Lord And I'm s**y, good God, with the bacon meat Pork meat, close the hi hat, come on say I can smell that sh** That's nasty, to nasty You all let me go, look out Good God, nasty ba** Good mother, eruption in your face Good God, look out said Cloreen, I got something for you What's the matter, don't you like me? I'm not to old Splash, oh sh**! Oh sh** I can't stand it, I can't stand it When I look in the mirror And I see this ugly face, good God I just want to run, I want to run over to your place, yes I want to see, good God, someone that's uglier than... I said, I said uglier than me Uglier than me Cloreen Bacon Skin Nice and breezy, look out now I said fellas, what's the word? Fellas, what's the word? Look out Bacon Skin, come on, splash What you going to do with that? Everybody, everybody come on, dance Everybody come on, dance We ain't going to put no more instruments on this Just me and Bacon Skin Alright, Cloreen's brother on drum, look out Oh sh**, my hat done fell off Oh, somebody going to see my bald spot Good God, I don't care I got Bacon Skin Bacon Skin on my plate, good God I want to love you Cloreen, why you want to make me wait? I want to get s**y, I said Oh Lord, I said I want to get s**y Cloreen, come on, get down Come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred, I need you yo talk yo me some, come on Alfred, good Come on, Alfred, talk to me now I want to...I got to hear you say, say Alfred I can't hear you, come on, talk to me now Alfred, come on, talk to me now Come on, Bacon Skin Alfred, do you hear me talking to you? Alfred, don't, don't ignore me Say n***a, say Talk to me, come on, come on, talk What you need, what you need? You want to, You want to open your hat? You want to open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down Yes! Come on The volcano erupt in your face, good God Oh Lord, old and nasty Alfred, talk to me Alfred, come on Oh Lord, I can't stand it Talk to me Alfred, come on There you go, come on, Lord Alfred Everybody else come on and dance, good God Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on and dance Dance I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance Oh Lord Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God Good God, oh sh** Old motherf**er say, I want to say We going take it home, yes we is Rumbling, look out You can't f** with that sh**, yes Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance sh**, oh Lord Look out, I'm outta place, I can't stand it I said uh I want to see some of the Bacon Skin Cloreen, Cloreen You can't f** with that, talk to me Alfred, come on And the drummer say Oh sh**, Alfred Well, where the hand claps at? Good God, Alfred We don't burn the house down Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on Say Alfred! We don't burn the house down, we got to go We don't burn it down, we got to go What can you say after that? Sexy, come on, come on Everybody get s**y Cloreen, I want to talk to you Cloreen, oh Lord Cloreen, you are the ugliest woman that I've ever seen I'm not living Baby, there's one thing the Lord loves the truth And baby, you one ugly motherf**er I'm not lying to you U know the Lord loves the truth, don't you? Well, why the hell can't you take a bath? Cloreen Bacon Skin Nice and breezy We don't need no instruments To funky in here Get s**y Everybody get s**y Yes, old nasty This funk ain't going no place Cuz it's old, it's old and s**y Cloreen Bacon Skin Pound on the floor tom one time, come on Yes We going to go to the jungle one time We going to go to the jungle, good God Go to the jungle one time, good God, said And the band say one time Good God, band said Blisters, I got some blisters, good God All my brothers and sisters, good God Bacon Skin, good God Everybody come on Everybody Bacon Skin Alfred, we got to get the hell out of here Oh Lord Let's go over, yo, let's, let's... So where you live Alfred? Is this where you live? Oh sh** This is a nasty place, this is nasty Everybody This is nasty Alfred I like it, I like it We can't stay here, we got to go We got to go, Alfred Oh sh**, to funky We got to go, Alfred You got any old James Brown records? Huh? Good God, everybody, Lord [Outro] Come on Alfred, pack your sh** We got to get the hell outta here Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on Yes, oh sh** Put on your hat, good God Oh Lord, jump up on the bell, Alfred, come on, get your coat Yes! That's a nice coat,Alfred How much you pay for that? That much, huh? Yeah, I like it You are glad I like it, huh? Yes Oh sh** I said oh Lord Put on your boots, Alfred Let's go