Coo coo ca choo baby you that's what you are
You are a hollywood star you're the high priestess by far
And you know this tune's for you we call it coo coo ca choo
And it's a very brief description of the things we could do to you

You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do

Oil me up quick miss daisy before I'm lubing up your tailpipe
Or the bedposts will be a knocking and
A knocking til the break of light
Raised and dazed in a million and one ways

Like a morton coffee roll I want you hot and glazed
You're not the real thing baby you're parkay you're not butter
Gonna have to get you home and lube you up with fluff-n-nutter
Scope it scope it baby looking so fit

Playing games and laying dames you know I know you know it
Quick to get the condom you know the jimmy fits too snug
Lean you against the fire place and ride you on the bear skin rug
Chow down my ding dong come and sing along

Slip a grip around my tip and then you'll be my kling-on
Now in my sweat pants you're gonna see my erection
Ooh oh pick a de pop pop perfection
Umpla dumpla dippedee do

Cause I'd never leave the house if mommy looked like you
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you

Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do
Butter up butter cup did ya really think
It would really last that long
My attention span hutches and when

You wake up you know that I'll be gone
Cocoa butter beach blonde wearing that thin thong
You know I got a thing for you it's only an inch long
Picking up your signals like you're a tv station

I'm looking for the channel to have immoral applications
Looking so fine cosmo behind
Fermentation of time like reunite wine
Well I'm bubbling up and steaming like an active volcano

I think I clogged up all your pipes better get yourself some draino
I get annoyed cause I can't avoid
Baby sounding like a mongoloid
I gots the skills to keep ya busy all night

If you do not bite I hope you blow like dynamite
Happy thanksgiving would you like a little white meat?
I'll stuff my butterballs then you can eat
You were looking at me I was looking at you

Coo coo ca choo coo coo ca choo
You were looking at me I was looking at you
Coo coo ca choo now what ya gonna do.

Writer : J. FRANKS, M. BOWE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group