you´re pretty when i´m drunk þarký sözü

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´ pot2mus
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
m.s.g.¹s tanked up and wizzin´ in a cup
waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
cause i´m the one bottle willy with the 12 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
cause you´re pretty when i´m drunk
(you´re pretty when i´m drunk)
(x4)
(and i´m pretty fuckin´ drunk)
here she comes, a funky fried cutie
mr. jimmy pop ali is gonna get some booty
cause i´m mr. 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? yea for a pygmie
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 menage a trois you and me and heineken

cause you´re pretty when i´m drunk
(you´re pretty when i´m drunk) (x4)

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
your buddha your shamu your jabba the fuckin´ hutt
you had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
i smelt tuna melt but i wasn¹t gonna worry
it was 3 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 purdue likes thighs that size
fatty fatty boom ba latty i gotta lament
that you were not a girl you were an experiment
cause you´re pretty when i´m drunk
(you´re pretty when i´m drunk)
you´re pretty when i´m drunk
and i´m pretty fucking drunk