Flovilla Thatch vs. The Virile Garbage Man

Listen to me baby, i'm tired of talkin' to myself You've
got a pair of jungle drums on you Oh and what a nasty
mix 42-24-36 When you drop dem bombshells the blood
goes Right out of my brain Let's make them bubbles
bump Now's the time to work the hump Let's dump the
sump pump Hey girl i'm talkin' to you 2 is the number
of the voodoo that you do My kinky twinkie is black
and blue Your pointer sisters are just too good to
be true She's got the hump Ain't talkin' bout your
rump Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass Got the
hump Dat viscious double bump De bump dat really thump
Clock dem mothers jumps Your busy front is jammin'
in my face Turn those mutha's out Pitched a tent in
my speedo's I squirt dessert and flirt with skirt
Holy toledo, twin torpedos,
my cub scout And rub my genie in the lamp until my
fingers hurt Cross your heart you're goin' strapless?
That's a pretty pearl necklace Drop your record on
my needle Stick my head between your speakers You remind
me of my mommy Can you use a melon bailer?
That's an awfully large pastrami I'm a 1-900 caller
Flovilla I'm your virile garbageman She's gof the
hump Ain't talkin' bout your rump Dat viscious double
bump Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass Got the
hump Clock dem mothers jumps De bump dat really thump
Your busy front is jammin' in my face Turn those mutha's out