Oh my brother you're one cool dude Walking around with your facist attitude I'm tired of the lies, the racist cries Your thoughts are inane and just plain
And I love you, yes I do, 'cause I know that you love me too And I love you , yes I do, gonna spend all my money on you And everyday when I say that I
Can't pacify what your soul is denied with material things now I know Why you can look me in the eye with your plastic face NAKED EYES-TEETH A GLEEM
no button gotta walk right on in Every cat and kitten here is wearin a grin Drinks are the Tiki 8 ft. ruler of the bar Eats is in the icebox and the pickle
Don't want to be your friend, I'm rough Don't want to look at me, don't you see what I see? Do the Hussein skank Saddam Hussein, are you a fighter just
I am lurking under your bed, but you can't find me I have hid inside your head but you can't find me Jump up 'cause I'm tappin on your shoulder Can't
Take another bow and wipe the sweat off of your brow miling to the crowd they are in love with you Believe in what you will all the minds you want to
It's not what you say That makes or breaks But how you say it That saves The conversation you're now involved in "You idiot" Welcome to our house Where
You can write a book, song or poem or paint a picture Move away from mom, getting used to new fixtures It's not too late, it's not too late It's never
We wrote this song to be psuedo punk But someone said that it really stunk So we changed the words just a little bit And now it sounds completely like
You shouldn't judge a man by the hair on his butt. Maybe it's like needles Or possibly like bark Does it need to be mowed Like the lawn at the park?
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Ek het die bus gemis.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Ice Cube, Korea wil 'n woord met U.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Pseudo Punk.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Sonder vel vriend.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Die Hussein SKANK.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Spesiale Brew.
Vertaling: Skankin 'Pickle. Gas in my motor.