I can’t help my feelings
I’ll go out of my mind
These players come to get me
’Cause they’d like my behind
I can’t love my business
If I can’t get a trick
Down on Santa Monica
Where tricks are for kids
Oh come on and kick me
Oh come on and kick me
Oh Come on and kick me
Oh You’ve got your problems
Oh I’ve got my ass wipe
You got your big cheese
I got my hash pipe
I can’t help my boogies
They get out of control
I know that you don’t care
But I want you to know
The knee stocking flavor
Is a favorite treat
Of men that don’t bother
With the taste of a teat
Oh come on and kick me
Oh come on and kick me
Oh Come on and kick me
Oh You’ve got your problems
Oh I’ve got my ass wipe
Oh You’ve got your big G's
I’ve got my hash pipe
i've got my hash pipe
Oh come on and kick me
Oh come on and kick me
Oh Come on and kick me
Oh You’ve got your problems
Oh I’ve got my ass wipe
Oh You’ve got your big G's
I’ve got my hash pipe
I’ve got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe
I've got my hash pipe