Right Hand-a-Rama

[Verse 1: Fink]

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 has

On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine

Fifty cents cheaper than the real thing

Even though it may be a little bit disgusting

Can call her "bitch" and it ain't got no drama

It's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama

[Chorus: Fink]

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

[Post-Chorus: Fink]

Alright

[Verse 2: Fink]

Oh, 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-jeebees for the hundredth time

It didn't work out the way it was planned

All I got now is a beer in my hand

[Chorus: Fink]

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

[Post-Chorus: Fink]

(I'll tell you why) Woo! Alright