Busdriver - Do the Wop lyrics
[Busdriver - Do the Wop lyrics]
I gotta act like David Ruffin
Cuz y'all be softer than Egg McMuffins
Plus you're never really saying nothing
You don't admit to any claim jumping
This is why I have to pay these munchkins to
Clobber goons in locker
Rooms with waterballons
And sashay with gumption
The heir apparent of the feral
Lads in American Apparel ads
Rises from the glow of the back-lit keys
The html formatted speak'n'spell door magnet
Looks futuristic and Japanese
But my onomonopoetic Somalia surname
Makes me look four legged like I got fur
Fangs and a diamond encrusted gun butt
In my mud hut
You've hyphenated my dance reprise yet still
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
How the fuck you talk with a cockney patois
When you come from the Rockies have thawed
Plus you got all our parties back logged
When we left everybody slack-jawed
I'm aware you step softly on padded paw
But, I know you gave your acorns
To gay porn from the waveform
Of your raunchy rap slaw
The oxymoronic tinged band
Of Guatemalan twins
Isn't worth opening my polka dot lids
The water-resistant faux hawk
Gets road blocked
By the color copies of my MOCA pop quiz
But my circuit-bent key tar
And icky lens cameraman
The fact that I'm on the
Shitty end of this ampersand
Makes me what to do the Roger
Rabbit in a bomber jacket
To the polyrhythm of the soda
Pop fizz cuz still
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
So y'all can't bite show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digit's
Show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digit's
Salvaged from the mouths of motors
Plucked from legislative branches
To enact these native dances
Sooth me babbling brook
I'm shell shocked by the blaring red phone
Name checked on the sterling headstone
How can I sell this high-top fade?
Oh wee, throw the grappling hook
Cuz y'all be softer than Egg McMuffins
Plus you're never really saying nothing
You don't admit to any claim jumping
This is why I have to pay these munchkins to
Clobber goons in locker
Rooms with waterballons
And sashay with gumption
The heir apparent of the feral
Lads in American Apparel ads
Rises from the glow of the back-lit keys
The html formatted speak'n'spell door magnet
Looks futuristic and Japanese
But my onomonopoetic Somalia surname
Makes me look four legged like I got fur
Fangs and a diamond encrusted gun butt
In my mud hut
You've hyphenated my dance reprise yet still
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
How the fuck you talk with a cockney patois
When you come from the Rockies have thawed
Plus you got all our parties back logged
When we left everybody slack-jawed
I'm aware you step softly on padded paw
But, I know you gave your acorns
To gay porn from the waveform
Of your raunchy rap slaw
The oxymoronic tinged band
Of Guatemalan twins
Isn't worth opening my polka dot lids
The water-resistant faux hawk
Gets road blocked
By the color copies of my MOCA pop quiz
But my circuit-bent key tar
And icky lens cameraman
The fact that I'm on the
Shitty end of this ampersand
Makes me what to do the Roger
Rabbit in a bomber jacket
To the polyrhythm of the soda
Pop fizz cuz still
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
Me, I do the wop with no dance license
And I ain't got legible handwriting
So y'all can't bite show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digit's
Show them shoes a bit
Prick those chubby digit's
Salvaged from the mouths of motors
Plucked from legislative branches
To enact these native dances
Sooth me babbling brook
I'm shell shocked by the blaring red phone
Name checked on the sterling headstone
How can I sell this high-top fade?
Oh wee, throw the grappling hook