Drinkin' The Juice Blues
Brooks Nielsen, Matt Taylor
If I weren't here and I was there
Never corndog ? in your hand
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Hallelujah, hallelu maybe
I've been searching for a fresh shaved little lady
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Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Fresh little girls make my thoughts bad
Make a young man feel like an old scab
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
My mother was my whiskers
Father was my claws
My grandpa was a chupacabra
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Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Whose got metal hips and inflatable lips
Garibaldi eyes and jellyfish tits
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Yuhashama weed yuhashama
I slowly wiggle my cacti roots
Don't mind me I've been drinking the juice
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Yuhashama weed yuhashama
Drinking the juice