I'm taking a ride to the liquor store

I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more

I'm gonna spend all the money she had

On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine



50 cents cheaper than the real thing

Even though it may be a little bit disgusting

Can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama

It's called a new sensation

Called 'The Right Hand-A-Rama'



I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time



Alright



Pamela and her five sisters

Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters

A third degree burn going straight to my head

I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted



Close encounters of the strangest kind

I got the heebee jeebes for the hundredth time

It didn't work out the way it was planned

All I got now is a beer in my hand



I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time



I'll tell you why



Alright