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The Scabs - Pussy Fever lyrics
by Bob Schneider Called the doctor on the telephone Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone Called the doctor on the telephone Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone Said doctor is there something you can do He said not so son, I got it too Said doctor is there something you can do He said not so son, I got it too I think I got it I think I got it I think I got it I got pussy fever Said you better get your ass on out to LA Try to find yourself something better there Spent the night in that hotel Tried to get me something to make me feel good, feel good But I think I got it (gimme some) I think I got it I think I got it I got pussy fever (late at night, early in the mornin') Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup Slam it jam it down and do I want another what? Uma Thuma Thurman got the butt now Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck Hocus pocus, I can't even focus Your girl's on my dick like a locust Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup Slam it jam it down and do I want another what? Uma Thurman got the butt now Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck Coulda had a V8, instead I had forty When your girl's on my cock she called ya |
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