(Slap Your Mammy)

Something about the way you taste

Makes me want to clear my throat

There's a message to your movements

That really gets my goat

I looked for sniffy linings

But you're rotten to the core

I've had just about all I can take

You know I can't take it no more

Got a gut feeling

Centered 'round long time ago

On your ability to torment

Then you took your tongs of love

And stripped away my garment

Got a gut feeling

Slap your mammy down

Slap your pappy down again

Oh move it up and down now

Oh move it all around now