Steel Panther - Ten Strikes You’re Out lyrics
[Steel Panther - Ten Strikes You’re Out lyrics]
Flip them burgers man
Strike one, I saw you winking at my friends
I'll poke your damn eye so
You'll never wink again
You'll never wink again
Strike two, you touched my damn iPhone
My other bitches call and check
So leave it alone just leave it alone
Eight more and you'd better not doubt
You'll be out on the streets
So don't make me shout
Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out, you're out
Strike three, you gave my dog VD
How'd you fucking go give a dog VD?
That's just beyond me
Strike four, I don't remember four
But whatever it was well you'd better
Not do it no more
Strike five, well you're racking up strikes
Faster than your momma getting Facebook likes
Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out, you're out
Six and Seven came as a pair
Piss and shit stains all over your underwear
Well baby you're out, you're out, you're out
Hahaha
Strike eight, you made me double date
With a bald dick head and
A bitch who's overweight that made me irate
Strike nine, I understand you had gas
But you farted and another dude's sperm
Dribbled out of your ass
That's fucking gross
Strike ten, well you drank my last beer
So baby pack your shit and get out of here
Everybody knows it's ten fucking strikes
You're fucking out
You're out, you're out, you're out
Ten strikes you're out, yeah you're out
Strike one, I saw you winking at my friends
I'll poke your damn eye so
You'll never wink again
You'll never wink again
Strike two, you touched my damn iPhone
My other bitches call and check
So leave it alone just leave it alone
Eight more and you'd better not doubt
You'll be out on the streets
So don't make me shout
Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out, you're out
Strike three, you gave my dog VD
How'd you fucking go give a dog VD?
That's just beyond me
Strike four, I don't remember four
But whatever it was well you'd better
Not do it no more
Strike five, well you're racking up strikes
Faster than your momma getting Facebook likes
Everybody knows it's ten strikes you're out
You're out
Ten strikes you're out, you're out
Six and Seven came as a pair
Piss and shit stains all over your underwear
Well baby you're out, you're out, you're out
Hahaha
Strike eight, you made me double date
With a bald dick head and
A bitch who's overweight that made me irate
Strike nine, I understand you had gas
But you farted and another dude's sperm
Dribbled out of your ass
That's fucking gross
Strike ten, well you drank my last beer
So baby pack your shit and get out of here
Everybody knows it's ten fucking strikes
You're fucking out
You're out, you're out, you're out
Ten strikes you're out, yeah you're out