Karaoké You're Pretty When I'm Drunk 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