Rap & Hip-Hop - Alternative Rock - Pop - Comedy - 90's - 1995

as made famous by The Bloodhound Gang

Original songwriter : Michael J Bowe, Jimmy Pop

License courtesy of : Universal Music Publishing UK

This title is a cover of You're Pretty When I'm Drunk as made famous by The Bloodhound Gang

One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the Hi-Fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought
Skip O' Pottomus
And daddy's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
Macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
MSG's tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cos I'm the one bottle willy with the twelve Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales
Now it's midnight and
I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beer tinted glasses
I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like The Wolf but
I'll end up tending cattle 'cos
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
Here she comes a funky fried cutie
Mister Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cos I'm mister McFeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe I should check and see
If this is where I wanna be hey Lupus is she cute
Aw what do you know you're probably going home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty it's only skin deep it's in the eye of the beholder
And my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois you and me and Heineken 'cos
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
Regrets I've had a few first and foremost
I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation we'll call you the Brand New heavy
Your a mix between an
Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big boned
I prefer to call it gut
You're Buddha you're Shamu you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt
You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was three A.M. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was buttering rolls like a soup kitchen christian then
It hit me something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing
I took a fat chance but how was I supposed to know that
Jabberjaws lived in your pants
At that junction
I came to realize
That only Frank Perdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom bah latty
I gotta lament
That you were not a girl you you you were an experiment 'cos
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk
You're pretty when I'm drunk you're pretty when I'm drunk

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