[Cheech Marin:]
Dun nun nun
Dun nun nun

Dun Dun Dun

Orale! (O-ra-le)


My Momma talk to me,
Try to tell me how to live


But I don't listen to her,
'cos my head is like a sieve


My daddy, he disowned me,
'cos I wear my sisters clothes


He caught me in the bathroom,
with a pair of pantyhose


My basketball coach,
he just kick me off the team


For wearing high heels sneakers,
and acting like a queen


Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree

Gonna tie his pecker to a tree

Get your boogie off


Go Head


The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam

As long as I have my (*##$

Oh I'm a $#&@ you

It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny

'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
Money, money, money...


Are you talking petsos?

Money, ka ching


Ha, ha, ha


Lots of money

I'm so bloody rich


Lots of money
Lots of mutha$#&@in money

I get looks

Ha, ha, ha


I own shopping centres, parking lots,
and stocks, and all that %#@!


Ha, ha, ha


I own you, ha, you too, you three
For me, he he, oh oh


Get your groove off
Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower

more groovin, slow that %#@! down
crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a $#&@, break it out

You even know, Boy George is on !@(%
We don't give a $#&@
Rick James is in the crack house

I'm $#&@in paying, that's all that matters
Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha

The bomb is a $#&@in in the house
Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo

Gimme some