I'm taking a ride to the liquor store
i'm looking for a beer and a little bit more
i'm gonna spend all the money she had
on a nude girl in a dirty old magazine
50 cents cheaper than the real thing
even though it may be a little bit disgusting
can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama
it's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama
I don't know why
i don't know why
it sure feels good
most every time
Alright
Pamela and her five sisters
are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters
a third degree burn going straight to my head
i guess my pipes are a little bit rusted
close encounters of the strangest kind
i got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time
it didn't work out the way it was planned
all i got now is a beer in my hand
I don't know why
i don't know why
it sure feels good
most every time
I'll tell you why
Alright