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mr bungle - squeeze me macaroni lyrics

i wanna lock betty crocker in the kitchen and knock her upper during supper clutter up her b-tter gutter
hostess ding dong wrapped an eggroll around my wong
while dolly madison proceded to ping my pong
your milky way is m’n’m in your britches
and i’ll tell you baby ruth it looks mighty delicious
keep blowing my gum, ’cause here i come
i’m gonna get you all sticky with my bubble yum

knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a bone, baby

i was givin’ some head
to some french bread
it was a four course orgy
on the spread of my bed

french kissin’ french fries
in my fruit of the looms
i get deeper penetration
with a fork and a spoon

i got yogurt meat loaf smeared all over my -ss
i stick my weiner in two buns and and then give it the gas
sour cream from my spleen into levi jeans
gonna bust the seams with my refried beans
ronald mcdonald just loves to be fondled
with big mac he’ll f-ck it like a chicken mcnugget
colonel sanders wants to goose granny’s loose caboose
he’s gonna give her a boost with that kentucky fried juice
sooper doop p–p scoop, loop de loop, chicken coop shoot some hoop, top sirloin from the groin
topped with d-ck cheese, sneeze, wheeze from the skeez disease, wooi!

take a dump, baby, squirt some gravy
pour some sugar on me, honey, make it brown & runny
give a little flavor flav, back from the grave
gonna burn some toast, pump some humpin’ rump roast

knick knack paddywhack, jump in the sack, in fact jerk the smack and crack jack from the back bananarama or ramabanana f-ckin’ barry manilow on the copa cabana

squeeze me macaroni, slop your face with my bologna

you gotta syphon the spinach, you gotta cream the corn
sperm scrambles the eggs and a meal is born
cookin’ like a beginner, but i’m goin’ up in her
i had fritos for lunch i’m havin’ bush for dinner

chef boyardee and the three muskateers shove charleston chews in their rears like queers
“holy moly, guacamole!” said my chips ahoy
i’m gonna pinch a ravioli on the pillsbury dough….boy

knick knack paddywhack and give your dog a b-n-r, baby

we came to pottie…we came to pottie down your throat

- mr bungle lyrics

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