I can't help myself…
I can't help myself…
I can't help myself…
I am the doughnut that you hold up
And I never sold up in a pie,
The hoot boot's so fly,
I always try to beat the rest to impress,
I put my tongue in my trouser press,
I got the toots, baby, you got the fruits,
Fruit got the loot, lady, you got the boots,
Don't be a mook don't get the spook,
Don't be a cry-baby I only said maybe,
Shmoozin I was pressuing when like a catapult,
I did a summersault,
Going down the lazy river,
Three fingers deliver,
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
The reverb
You just heard
Is resounding
In the surrounding
Area
It's getting scarier I've got the amp
Damp
Mangled
Tingle in tangle
Let me see what I can wangle,
In the bermuda triangle,
Gravity
Will be the death of me,
Terminal
Velocity
Follow the follow the vaper,
One hundred purcent proof caper,
Burst the barricades but don't drink the lemonade,
Martinis by beeard man an artizan down at the can can,
And, oh yes, he can can
Fat Fredie's cat in seven lead boots
Whiskey for the whiskers the shot sure shoots,
She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore,
Is it true what mummy said you can't come back no more,
Oh no no no
Singing a song about nothing,
Talk through my belly button,
At the inn of seventh happiness
More or less,
I found you on the floor saying
More more more,
Peel back the skin sonar beats like quaver,
Small bananas selected for flavour,
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself, I can't help myself
I can't help myself, I can't help myself…