Lyrics The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde

Oh Shit

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer

Oh, how I tossed that ass up

Like a mission in the woods

Woody woodpecker would if he could

But I didn't want to pass it up

To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on

The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'

Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew

Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked

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Luke skywalker ain't a sweet talker so I got ill

With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor

My strange behavior led to an outburst

The night felt good but the day got worse

I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway

With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay

I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled

By my whole school sayin',