(lead vocals by Prince)
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Yeah, one of 'em... yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers.
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Nigger. What you're lookin' for, nigger? Oh hold it, stop.
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Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on. You... you...
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This song is called... this song is called Bacon Skin, hit me.
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It's dedicated to my first wife.
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Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen.
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She's just fat, hit me.
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Too nasty. I said now big dumb, you... you... Bacon Skin
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Just fat, but you know where it's at.
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I wish you was thin, Cloreen Bacon Skin.
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Brotch, you can't fuck with that, look out.
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And the band said... and look out, said...
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Wait a minute, I said... Bacon Skin, hit me.
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Sexy. Don't touch noth. Don't you touch snare or cymbal.
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You just tap, good God.
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I wanna sing to this girl. I said baby, wait a minute.
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When we're all alone, we try to make love.
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Somebody call you on the phone.
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I don't know what his name is, but I know... I know this is life.
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But that... that's real, baby. You're my wife.
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Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute.
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Oh good God, I said, wait a minute.
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Oh, then the band said nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said.
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Once more on the one, come on. And the band said...
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That's alright, that's alright.
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You old motherfucker, you a senior citizen, look out.
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You can't fuck with me. I'll drive you to the ground
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OK Jerome, open the high hat, here we go.
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Rumbling, rumbling, yes.
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Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on
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Yeah, come on, said splash. Good God.
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Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin.
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Everybody say... you can't fuck with that.
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Eruption in your face.
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I'm too sexy, I'm too sexy, sexy one in the place, good God.
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I'm sexy, lovesexy right down to my feet, good Lord.
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And I'm sexy, good God.
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With the bacon meat, pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say...
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I can smell that shit. That's nasty, too nasty.
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Y'all let me go, look out. Good God, nasty bass.
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Good mutha, eruption in your face. Good God, look out I said...
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Cloreen, I got somethin' for ya.
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What's the matter, don't you like me?
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Am I too old? Splash! Oh shit!
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Oh shit.
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I can't stand it, I can't stand it.
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Now when I look in the mirror.
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And I see this ugly face, good God.
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I just wanna run... I wanna run over to your place, yes.
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I wanna see, good God, someone that's uglier than...
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I said, I said uglier than me, uglier than me.
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Cloreen Bacon Skin.
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Nice and breezy, look out now.
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I said fellas, what's the word?
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I said fellas, what's the word?
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Look out, Bacon Skin, come on, splash.
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What you go'n do with that?
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Everybody... everybody come on, dance.
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Everybody come on, dance.
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We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this. Just me and Bacon Skin.
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Alright, that Cloreen's brother for my drummer, look out.
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Oh shit, my hat done fell off. Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot?
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Good God, I don't care. I got Bacon Skin.
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Bacon Skin on my plate, good God.
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I want to love ya, Cloreen, why you wanna make me wait?
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I wanna get sexy, I said... oh Lord, I said... I wanna get sexy.
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Cloreen, come on, get down, come on, splash.
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Come on, good God. Cloreen's brother Alfred.
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Alfred... Alfred, I need you to talk to me son, come on.
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Alfred... come on, Alfred, talk to me now.
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I wanna... I got to hear you say, say Alfred.
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I can't hear ya, come on, talk to me now.
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Alfred, come on, talk to me now.
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Come on, Bacon Skin.
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Alfred, do you hear me talkin' to ya?
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Alfred, don't... don't ignore me.
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Say nigger, say... talk to me, come on, come on, talk.
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What cha need, what cha need?
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You wanna... you wanna open your hat?
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You wanna open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down.
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Yes, come on. The volcano erupt in your face, good God.
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Oh Lord, old nasty. Alfred, talk to me, Alfred, come on.
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Oh Lord, I can't stand it. Talk to me Alfred, come on.
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There you go, come on, Lord. Alfred.
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Everybody else come on and dance, good God.
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Come on, everybody dance. Alfred, come on and dance. Dance.
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I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance, oh Lord.
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Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God.
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Good God, oh shit.
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