They call me sloppy jalopy
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I got a whole lot in my head
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I never get up early baby
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Just to get out of bed
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I eat the jalapeno yes I do
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And then I take a creamy dreamy
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Hot stinky poo
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They call me sloppy jalopy
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I eat ice cream with my honey
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She makes me laugh sometimes
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Because you know she’s so funny
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They call me sloppy jalopy
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I’ve got t he barbecued buns
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Because I wear no panties
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When I back in the sun
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I pick my nose clean baby
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Roll the boogers in a ball
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And I flick ‘em at people
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When I go to the mall
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I got a big pair of shorts
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And they’re cut off way below the knees
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I keep my pockets filled up
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With macaroni and cheese
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I watch the Larry king
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So I can fall right to sleep
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My girlfriends got taste because
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She thinks I’m a creep
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I don’t watch the news
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Because I can’t stand the sports
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And my favorite companions
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Are usually sold in cold quarts
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I don’t take no showers
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Cause I’m a natural dude
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But I do change my mind
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Because I hate to be rude
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I love to do the lambada
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But I don’t do it very well
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And my hair’s always perfect
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Because I use the styling gel
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Sloppy Jalopy
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| The Scabs |
