I'm Hungry and Covered in Blood (Just Another Tuesday Night)
Mr. Honeywell, my father has the craziest phobia about me eating their clients
Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide
Betty, call up the deluxe catering service
Tell 'em I want dinner for three in my apartment tonight
Have a man come over with the menu
(Right away, Mr. Honeywell)
Oh, I have an idea
All thick and creamy and seasoned just right! (Love it)
Roasted a golden brown and set with oyster dressing
Mmm, sounds wonderful
Then that's what I'm gonna fix for you tonight at Mr. Honeywell's apartment
See you then
He's liable to lose his life unless he gets his junk out of here
Feed me
And have we got a wonderful dinner waiting for you
Feed me
I'm drooling, gimme that ladle (I haven't finished yet)
I said give it to me
Mmm, I can hardly wait
Oh my god
Mmm
By the way, we have decided to make it a little surprise for her father
So don't say anything when you eat all of that
Freddie, we'll make this the perfect dinner
I know what we'll do
Mmm
You have to admit, I cooked up a wonderful new meal for you
I'll say you did, you almost sent us up in smoke
Feed me
I knew it, here comes trouble
She came out and shot me right in the eye
I know just what you mean
I shot one of their salesmen myself the other night
Mmm
A policeman
Oh no
I'll get them out of here if they have to jump out of windows
You would unpopulate the whole skid row
Well, you can forget about it
Ouch, my head
Ow
Am I hurt much?
Um, you're perfectly alright, your eye's getting black, though
Feed me
Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide
It can't be true
Now I know what your poor father is going through
Oh, I was only trying to help, everybody
To what, a hospital?
You're nothing but a big stuffed shirt with a BB calendar for a heart
That's alright, Dad, I'm so mad I could fight every man in this room
The patient came to me with a large hole in his abdomen
Caused by a fire poker used on him
Feed me
Every time something goes wrong with one of their deals, they always blame me
Drugs, drugs, drugs
I sold pot without a license to a, a policeman
Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide
Betty, call up the deluxe catering service
Tell 'em I want dinner for three in my apartment tonight
Have a man come over with the menu
(Right away, Mr. Honeywell)
Oh, I have an idea
All thick and creamy and seasoned just right! (Love it)
Roasted a golden brown and set with oyster dressing
Mmm, sounds wonderful
Then that's what I'm gonna fix for you tonight at Mr. Honeywell's apartment
See you then
He's liable to lose his life unless he gets his junk out of here
Feed me
And have we got a wonderful dinner waiting for you
Feed me
I'm drooling, gimme that ladle (I haven't finished yet)
I said give it to me
Mmm, I can hardly wait
Oh my god
Mmm
By the way, we have decided to make it a little surprise for her father
So don't say anything when you eat all of that
Freddie, we'll make this the perfect dinner
I know what we'll do
Mmm
You have to admit, I cooked up a wonderful new meal for you
I'll say you did, you almost sent us up in smoke
Feed me
I knew it, here comes trouble
She came out and shot me right in the eye
I know just what you mean
I shot one of their salesmen myself the other night
Mmm
A policeman
Oh no
I'll get them out of here if they have to jump out of windows
You would unpopulate the whole skid row
Well, you can forget about it
Ouch, my head
Ow
Am I hurt much?
Um, you're perfectly alright, your eye's getting black, though
Feed me
Oh, I knew it
It'll be a homicide
It can't be true
Now I know what your poor father is going through
Oh, I was only trying to help, everybody
To what, a hospital?
You're nothing but a big stuffed shirt with a BB calendar for a heart
That's alright, Dad, I'm so mad I could fight every man in this room
The patient came to me with a large hole in his abdomen
Caused by a fire poker used on him
Feed me
Every time something goes wrong with one of their deals, they always blame me
Drugs, drugs, drugs
I sold pot without a license to a, a policeman
Credits
Writer(s): Giga Koops
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Other Album Tracks
- Interlude
- I'm Hungry and Covered in Blood (Just Another Tuesday Night)
- Transgender Lucifer
- Check by You, We Can't Wake Your Ass in Hollywood (feat. NXP) [Rest in Pieces Mix]
- Why Won't Anyone Believe That My Teeth Need to Come Out?
- Everybody Who Built the Carpal Tunnel Went Blind Afterwards. (Unisexy Mix)
- Enema Nosebleed (Toxic Tuxedo Mix)
- Real Rockers Wear G-Strings (Full Mix)
- I Must Count My Blessings (Because I Feel There's Been a Miscalculation)
- 127 Inches of Midi Dick
Altri album
- Vaccines Made Me Into a Healthy Person - Single
- Welcome To Cuddle Country, Pardner! (Bedside B)
- Welcome to Cuddle Country, Pardner! (Bedside A)
- A Firefly is the Opposite of a Waterfall
- My Life Was Flashing Before My Eyes, and It Could Really Use Some Editing and a Better Soundtrack
- The Death ov Cletus the Parrot - Single
- now we must continue the exciting adventure of politics.
- It's a Shame a Family Can Be Torn Apart by Something As Simple As a Pack of Wild Dogs
- Marinecore
- Franky Teardrop Goes 2 Hollywood
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