Hickeys Around My Neck
Greck my brother, Greck, Greck my brother (uh)
Greck my brother (M-M-MC) (uh, uh)
Greck my brother, Greck, Greck my brother (uh)
Greck my brother (MC, MC) (uh, uh)
I always hated hickeys all around my neck
But it was feelin' pretty good, so what the heck?
The hickey went on, and I went home
I tried to brush it off, then I used a comb
The comb didn't work, it got bigger, and redder
Giz said, "Yo, Milk man, you shouldn't have let her"
But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off
I tried lotion but it just got soft
The hours went on, and on, and on
Man, I wish the hickey was gone
But it wasn't, and my girl was comin' over
I needed a plan, to try to get over
So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man?
Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan"
He said, "Yo, Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?"
I said, "That's wack, but what the heck?"
I ran to my room, but I couldn't find one
Then like Star Trek, "The Search begun"
I ran through my house from the bottom to the top
I got a bright idea, I'll ask Pop
I ran to Dad, I said, "What's up D?
I need a turtleneck to cover this hickey"
He said, "Oh, son, that just won't work
You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk"
I said, "Okay, then what's your advice?"
He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice"
I said, "A piece of ice, to put on my neck
It sounds real cold but what the heck?"
I went into the freezer and did what he said
I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead
I put the ice on and I waited and waited
The hickey was gone, it faded, it faded
The time was then for my girl to appear
At the count of three, what did I hear?
One
Two
Three
It was the bell, as you can tell
As I opened the door, my eyes did swell
As I saw somethin' I thought I never would see
My girl chillin' there with a great big hickey
I punched her in the mouth, her lip I did wreck
That's how I felt, so what the heck?
(What the heck?)
Yo Milk man, you should've let her
"Yo Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?"
(What the heck?)
Oh, son, that just won't work
You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk
Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice
(What the heck?)
(What the heck?)
Greck my brother (M-M-MC) (uh, uh)
Greck my brother, Greck, Greck my brother (uh)
Greck my brother (MC, MC) (uh, uh)
I always hated hickeys all around my neck
But it was feelin' pretty good, so what the heck?
The hickey went on, and I went home
I tried to brush it off, then I used a comb
The comb didn't work, it got bigger, and redder
Giz said, "Yo, Milk man, you shouldn't have let her"
But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off
I tried lotion but it just got soft
The hours went on, and on, and on
Man, I wish the hickey was gone
But it wasn't, and my girl was comin' over
I needed a plan, to try to get over
So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man?
Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan"
He said, "Yo, Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?"
I said, "That's wack, but what the heck?"
I ran to my room, but I couldn't find one
Then like Star Trek, "The Search begun"
I ran through my house from the bottom to the top
I got a bright idea, I'll ask Pop
I ran to Dad, I said, "What's up D?
I need a turtleneck to cover this hickey"
He said, "Oh, son, that just won't work
You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk"
I said, "Okay, then what's your advice?"
He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice"
I said, "A piece of ice, to put on my neck
It sounds real cold but what the heck?"
I went into the freezer and did what he said
I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead
I put the ice on and I waited and waited
The hickey was gone, it faded, it faded
The time was then for my girl to appear
At the count of three, what did I hear?
One
Two
Three
It was the bell, as you can tell
As I opened the door, my eyes did swell
As I saw somethin' I thought I never would see
My girl chillin' there with a great big hickey
I punched her in the mouth, her lip I did wreck
That's how I felt, so what the heck?
(What the heck?)
Yo Milk man, you should've let her
"Yo Milk, why don't you bust a turtleneck?"
(What the heck?)
Oh, son, that just won't work
You'll feel real hot, and you'll look like a jerk
Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice
(What the heck?)
(What the heck?)
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Writer(s): Kirk Robinson
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