Mud Sun - Tongue N Groove lyrics

I jump from the swings And catch jerks on the way down Takin' my mentality back to the playground Act like I'm eight now Mr. Mischievous me Stark bullock naked Giggling meaninglessly “What's he doin' mummy?” Lickin' an ice lolly Diggin' the way folks consider me quite ugly Just try and stop me I bet you can't lady I'm pa** caring strolling down the pier half crazy With security giving me the dark loom Like, “Boss, who's this dude bathing in the log flume Dabblin' off at the ticket office with the oddest expression Honestly, somebody should coverhis modesty Come! Arrest him for his infractions For being naked on a tourist attraction Come on Slinging words like some sort of a**a**in I can't catch all that he chattin' But it's something like..” f** an orderly fashion I'm audibly pa**ionate Only the mortuary would force me to abdicate Until my breaths cut by the claws of the hands of fate I'll keep keep screaming my thoughts to the crashing waves like f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman We're singing f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman I heard a call of enticement from the guys on the golf course They wanted me to chase balls for 'em But I couldn't fall for it 'Cause I gotta have a colorful life Like licorice all-sorts That's why I don't roll with unoriginal cyborgs This is my course And I'm trying to make some serious moves I tried to pick up a chick with the clearest blue eyes When I was pa**ing through Syracuse But she refused Said she could only be with the man she felt nearest to And I was on the move And this was very true So I bid farewell to this incredible pair of b**bs And carried through I'm only taking risks that I'm prepared to lose And occasional relationships I cherish too But really, what's a free spirit to do? Every few days I find myself in a new place And I can't fit a woman in my suitcase So I do what it takes in my own foolish way And it usually makes the souffle taste a little more gourmet So you might here some stories if I tour your way You can call me a who*e But it's your mistake 'Cause I'm just in it for enjoyment I don't live to fornicate That was a bar late AHHH! f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman I'm like f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman I am the kind of man that militant blokes punch But I won't change my name like Cinnamon Toast Crunch I'm sicker than most punks getting slapped with injunctions For attracting sumptuous la**es with Smashing Pumpkins Manic street preacher screaming at Speaker's Corner Like a panicked bee keeper with an avid speech disorder Dramatically more delirious I flow so furiously My hormone overdoses are known to disorder periods Of course we're serious! Deep thinking philosopher lyricists With commentary as gritty as Pete Doherty's liver is And we keep flippin' scripts 'cause we're both show stoppers With more balls than a couple of Harlem Globetrotters These bros drop flows hotter than animal fetuses Ending cannibal thesis' with Avril Lavigne disses This necrophiliac rap molested a brilliant cla**ic I could serve you the head of Sylvia Plath on a silver platter and still be in fashion This is the line that Rowan is supposed to say But he's got nothin' 'ere cause he never says anything anyway Yo they call me Baba 'cause I'm babbling some bullsh** To get your girlfriend gathering in to s**le on my ma**ive dink Here's the Dizraeli line that's just funky But I'm crap at these accents from the west country Yo it's your host Dizraeli and I'm the verbose Canadian Cramming so many literary references into my dense sh** that no ones quite getting my sentences and it doesn't quite fit into this sh**... f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman We're singing f** it! Nothing you do can stop me I've got nothing to prove It's wonderous! Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the Unpredictable diction By Dizzy and Baba Brinkman We're singing f** it! I've got nothing to Stop me sticking my tongue in the Wonderous Unpredictable diction Delivered by Dizzy and Baba Dizzy Dizzy and Baba Dizzy Dizzy and Baba Brinkman We're singing f** It! I've got nothing to prove Nothing you do can stop me sticking my tongue in the groove It's wonderous! The unpredictable diction delivered by Dizzy and Baba Brinkman