Double Team

Damn, a hard days rockin'
Better slip off my shoes
Maybe give a little stretch, and a bend
Dip my toe to jacuzzi, baby
Slip out this book, "The Buttress of Windsor"
"Ho-ho-ho, who's this? How's it goin'?"

That's the first thing I say to you
"How's it goin', are you flowin'?"
Listen, honey
Thinkin' 'bout a couple things to say to you
Showin', growin'
Man, I'd like to place my hand upon your fuckin' sexy ass and squeeze
And squeeze

Take off your blouse and your underpants
Then take a look
'Cause here me and KG come naked
Out of the side-hatch
With the oils and perfume and incense
Now you're groovin', put on a cool '70s groove
A funky groove to fuck to
A funky groove to fuck to

Me, me and KG
It's all about sex supreme
We like to cream jeans
Have you ever been worked on
By two guys who are hot for your snatch?
That's what I'm offerin' you

You step into a room
And then you smell a perfume
You lay upon our roundish bed
And then you feel a tickling on your head

It's KG with a feather and the French tickler
Look out, baby, he got the tools
And then you feel somethin' down by your feet
It's me, it's JB, I'm suckin' upon your toes

We don't mind suckin' on toes
Good luck finding a boyfriend who sucks toes
Havin' sex with me and KG
Now you're talkin' double team supreme

Let's roll
Oh

What? Yeah! Huh? No! Oh
Oh, that's it, that's right
Oh, my God
Oh, I think I'm gonna, oh
Splodge

That was the one
Hail Satan (hail Satan)
Hail Satan (hail Satan)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Black, Kyle Gass
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