Текст песни Ween - Strap On That Jammy Pac
Ween - Strap On That Jammy Pac слова песни
Strap on that there jammy pac.Get a grip on your soul.Sip on that there family flask,And I`ll guide you towards the door.She don`t feed me in the mornin`,And I can`t take no more!So strap on that there jammy pac,And get up off my floor. Strap on that there jammy pacAnd slide a double dime my way.Dry off your distributor cap,And hip me to the game you play.She`s jonesin` for a jammyWith a girl that I call "Tammy",So strap on that there jammy pac,It`s time for you to pay.Strap on that there jammy pac.She hypnotized one dude.Stains you like a heart attack.Van Winkle says "Fuck you."Never made me no supper.A boy like me needs it, too!So strap on that thar jammy pac,It`s time to pay your due.