I can't help my feelings; 

I'll go out of my mind. 

These players come to get me 

'Cause they'd like my behind. 

I can't love my business, 

If I can't get a trick. 

Down on Santa Monica, 

Where tricks are for kids. 



Oh, come on and kick me. 

Oh, come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) Come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) You've got your problems; 

(Oh.) I've got my ass wide. 

(Oh.) You've got your big G's; 

I've got my hash pipe. 

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I can't help my boogies; 

They get out of control. 

I know that you don't care 

But I want you to know. 

The knee-stocking flavor 

Is a favorite treat 

Of men that don't bother 

With the taste of a teat. 



Oh, come on and kick me. 

Oh, come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) Come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) You've got your problems; 

(Oh.) I've got my ass wide. 

(Oh.) You've got your big G's; 

I've got my hash pipe. 



Oh, come on and kick me. 

Oh, come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) Come on and kick me. 

(Oh.) You've got your problems; 

(Oh.) I've got my ass wipe. 

(Oh.) You've got your big G's; 

I've got my hash pipe. 

I've got my hash pipe. 

I've got my hash pipe.