lyrical fitness

still fucking procrastinating. and re-enjoying the fuck out of this bloodhound gang cd. i like all the ways to say 'doin' it'. *also, if you're as stupid as i was the first time i heard this song, foxtrot uniform charlie and kilo are military code words for letters-- foxtrot is f, uniform is u... spell it out, speak-n-spell.*

vulcanize the whoopie stick in the ham wallet.
cattle prod the oyster ditch with the lap rocket.
batter dip the cranny in the gut locker.
retrofit the pudding hatch (ooh la la) with the boink swatter.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
marinate the nether rod in the squish mitten.
power drill the yippee bog with the dude piston.
pressure wash the quiver bone in the bitch wrinkle.
cannonball the fiddle cove (ooh la la) with the pork steeple.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where pronto.