Bloodhound Gang — A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying
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[Verse 1]
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin’ for love. It had been a while
In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons through a pair of Daisy-Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit of the Loom tank-tops
Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell
[Chorus]
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well, I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
[Verse 2]
Well, faster than you can say «shallow grave», this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin’ my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, «Well that’s a coincidence darlin’, ’cause I was just thinkin’ about skinnin’ you like a deer.»
Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation
‘Course, it’s hard to hide a hard-on when you’re dressed like Minnie Pearl
[Chorus]
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well, I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
[Verse 3]
So, Bambi’s goin’ on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, «Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus’s tummy-tum?»
Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later, I’m parkin’ the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes
I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin’ me to buy baby formula
[Chorus]
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well, I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
[Verse 4]
Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin and slid on into the Stinky Pinky Gulp N’ Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin’ through the latest issue of Throb when I saw Bambi starin’ at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped
So, I decided to do what any good Christian would:
You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you’re doin’ seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy
Did I say that out loud?
[Chorus]
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
Well, I find it’s quite a thrill
When she grinds me against her will
Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin’
