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Texas
04:00
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She’s in all my weird dreams
Something about barbed wire and moonbeams
She’s usually wearing a t-shirt and bluejeans
She says how’s your bike running, I say hop on let’s go.
I want a big orgasm
I want a big hangover
I want a big breakfast
I want feel like I’m in Texas, Texas, Texas
She’s more real than LSD
Her pussy is a laser beam
Soaking through her bluejeans
She says how’s your bike running, I say hop on let’s go.
I want a big orgasm
I want a big hangover
I want a big breakfast
I want feel like I’m in Texas, Texas, Texas
Sometimes she’s quiet
Sometimes she’s insane
Sometimes she covers me, she covers me with juice
Then she says to me, she looks down at me and she says:
I want a big orgasm
I want a big hangover
I want a big breakfast
I want feel like I’m in Texas, Texas, Texas
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2. |
Hot Bucket of Fuck
03:43
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Hey I’m looking at you
I’m looking at your mouth
I’m looking at your tongue
I’m looking at your lips
I’m getting all excited
Now I’m thinking about a
Hot Bucket of Fuck
I wanna a Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck, baby
Hot Bucket of Fuck, yeah
I wanna Hot Bucket of
I wanna Hot Bucket
Well I tell by the way you dance
I can see that you know how
I can see that you know how to party
And your friend looks like she got drugs
I just wanna have fun
I wanna, I wanna
I wanna Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck, yeah
I wanna Hot Bucket of
I wanna Hot Bucket
Well some of the shit she wants me to do
It’s a little too weird for me
I’m so ashamed I have to say “no”
But maybe if I do more drugs
She would look so hot
so hot, so
Hot Bucket of Fuck
I wanna a Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck
Hot Bucket of Fuck, yeah
I wanna Hot Bucket of
I wanna Hot Bucket
oohhhh
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
eat it, lick it, suck it, fuck it
I wanna Hot Bucket of Fuck
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3. |
Pants Off
02:18
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Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Por favor, mi amor
Quítate sus pantalones
sus pantalones
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Quítate sus pantalones
Es la ley
Quítate sus pantalones
Por favor, mi amor
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Take your pants off
Take, take your pants off
Pantalones, pantalones, pantalones, pan, pantalones
Take your pants off
Take, take your pantalones off
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4. |
Wow
02:48
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Yeah.
I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m sick in your bed
I’m sick your toilet, I’m sick in your head
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
Yeah I feel like superman
I can do another line
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
So are all of my friends, ‘cause I’m a hell of a guy
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
Yeah.
I stink, I stink, I stink like hell
Stink like a highway overpass where the groovy people dwell
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
Yeah I feel like superman
I can do another line
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
Throw your leg over your bike
Ride, mama, ride
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
Yeah I feel like superman
I can do another line
Wow, look at me
I’m really high
So are all of my friends, ‘cause I’m a hell of a guy
05. WHITE BOYS EAT PUSSY
Yeah.
I can see you looking at me from over there
You look like fun, your shirt is so tight
All the boys stare
But there’s something you should know
Before you come up and say “hello”
Something about me you should know
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
And some of the girls do too
Some people they got class
They’re so smooth
Baby, I guess that makes me too crude
But I going to die some day
So I’m going to eat tonight
Yeah, go ahead and tell the world:
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
And some of the girls do too
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
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5. |
White Boys Eat Pussy
02:08
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Yeah.
I can see you looking at me from over there
You look like fun, your shirt is so tight
All the boys stare
But there’s something you should know
Before you come up and say “hello”
Something about me you should know
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
And some of the girls do too
Some people they got class
They’re so smooth
Baby, I guess that makes me too crude
But I going to die some day
So I’m going to eat tonight
Yeah, go ahead and tell the world:
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
And some of the girls do too
White Boys Eat Pussy
White Boys Eat Pussy
Oh yes we do
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6. |
Junky Lover
03:35
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I don’t need an angel ’cause I got her up there
Like some fucked up Rapunzel with syringes for hair
Drop one of those things from heaven
Pump the junk into my eye
Junky lover in the sky
Junky lover in the sky
Baby I’m on my way
I’ll run out of luck someday
Your track marks make me horny
I look at them closely
Your weeping sores are weeping
And I kiss the tears away
Junky lover in the sky
Junky lover in the sky
She comes to me in my dreams
She knows where to find me
She picks me up with giant tweezers
Whenever she’s hungry
She is always so lovely
Always so lovely
Junky lover in the sky
Junky lover in the sky
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7. |
BFNFL
04:51
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My boyfriend wears athletic socks
I run my fingers through his curly locks
Both of us are hard as rocks
We suck each other's cocks
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
Excuse me, I'm gay
Some people they call us gay
But I enjoy being gay
And you better believe my boyfriend's gay
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
He is bigger than me
Makes a living off brutality
The fans and coaches
They don't know about me
I wait for him after the game on my knees
My boyfriend's in the NFL
My boyfriend's in the NFL
Just like Howard Cosell
My boyfriend's in the NFL . . .
Tonight, the Bears, the Packers and the Oilers
In a Monday night, gridiron ménage à trois
[b-nah-nah-nah-nah . . .]
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
My boyfriend's in the NFL
All you other bitches can go to hell
He wants a Super Bowl ring
I want a Wedding ring
Both of us have our cock rings
And other exciting things
My boyfriend's in the NFL
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8. |
Made of Wine
02:08
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My shoes, they are Italian
They are made of wine
They are hard to find
Just like Cognac
They are made of wine
May I, buy you a Cognac?
You know it's, it's made of,
it's made of wine
Take a sip and you will find
Into my Jaguar sports car
you will climb
And you will be mine
because Cognac
is made of wine
Cognac is made of wine
My shirt, it is made of silk
It is made of milk
Ah, you tremble
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9. |
Car Chase
03:14
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Don’t ask me, I don’t know why
You got to win or else you’re gunna die.
Die. Car chase
Here comes the chopper from Channel 2
You’re on TV, what are you gunna do?
Pull over? Never!
Car chase, car chase, car chase, car chase, baby oh yeah, yeah
She’s looking for a winner tonight
I’m going to win her on the blacktop tonight
I wanna get her in my back seat tonight
But that ain’t gunna happen if the law catches me tonight
Car chase, car chase, car chase, car chase, baby oh yeah, yeah
Hot rod Nova do 110
I’m a three-strike superhero I ain’t going back again
Yeah that’s me leaning out the window
They didn’t know they were chasing a pistolero
Car chase, car chase, car chase, car chase, baby oh yeah, yeah
Car chase, baby oh yeah
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10. |
Picnic
02:36
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Hey man, tell ya what
I’ll tell you what
I’m ready
I’m ready for a picnic
I’m ready for a picnic
You and me
And all the little kitties and doggies
A kitty/doggy picnic
kittens, puppies
I’m ready for a picnic
I’ll tell ya what
Check it out:
You bring the champagne
I’ll bring the cocaine
We’re gunna have a, yeah
You bring the blunt
I’ll bring the girls
We’re gunna have a picnic, a picnic
You bring the fun
And I’ll bring the guns
I’ll tell ya what
You bring your friends
I’ll come with mine
We’re gunna have a picnic
Puppies, kitties
Puppy/Kitty picnic
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11. |
She Don't
04:05
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She looks into my eyes
She says she loves me
And then she says goodnight
She says she loves me
And then she says goodnight
Then she rolls over and goes to sleep
I know, I know that she loves me
I know she does
But she don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t even
Fuck me
Well is there something wrong with my cock?
Does it stink like a rotten old sandwich?
Or does it smell like I didn’t wipe my ass good enough?
I’m really sorry it doesn’t squirt whiskey or LSD
And I know, I know that it’s ugly
But I swear you used to put it in your mouth
But she don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t even
Fuck me
Well is your mind on bigger things?
Do you wish that I was bigger?
Do you wish that I was longer, or wider?
Do you wish I was a cucumber?
Do you wish that I was a girl?
I can do anything they can
I’d rather have sex with you than my hand
But I’ve got to fuck something
But she don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t fuck me anymore
She don’t even
Fuck me
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
Anymore
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12. |
Lickable Hole (Live)
02:59
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Lick, lick, lick, lick
You’ve got a, you’ve got a, you’ve got a
You’ve got a lickable hole
You’ve got a lickable hole
Lickable hole
Bleed down my mouth baby
‘Cause I love it when you gross me out baby
Lose control with your lickable hole
Lick it on down from your lickable, lickable, lickable hole
You’ve got a lickable hole
You’ve got a lickable hole
Ladies, you can lick it too
You know it tastes so good
You’ve got to lick it
You’ve got to lick it
Like a shorthaired girl should
Lick it on down
Lickable hole
You’ve got a lickable hole
Lickable hole
Lick, lick, lick, lickable hole
Lickable
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13. |
Shit Sex (Live)
02:01
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Might not be for everyone
Might not be for you
Shit sex
Shit sex baby, yeah
Shit sex
Shit sex baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a special bathtub out in the garage
What do you say, what did you come here for anyway?
Shit sex
Shit sex baby, yeah
Shit sex
Shit sex baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have shit
You gotta have sex
So you gotta have shit sex
Shit sex
Shit sex baby, yeah
Shit sex
Shit sex
Give it
Give it to me right now
Shit sex baby
Shit sex baby
Shit sex
Shit sex
Right now
In front of me right now
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HUG Austin, Texas
HUG is a happily deranged band that creates fun, sexually oriented music full of modern political views and openly taboo aspects of modern, repressed sexuality. Their charmingly sophomoric yet anthemic songs get stuck in your head and can have you dancing in fits. They are an institution and chapter in Austin weirdness. ... more
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