Lyrics Strapon That Jammy Pac - Ween
Strap
on
that
there
jammy
pac.
Get
a
grip
on
your
soul.
Sip
on
that
there
family
flask,
And
I'll
guide
you
towards
the
door.
She
don't
feed
me
in
the
mornin',
And
I
can't
take
no
more!
So
strap
on
that
there
jammy
pac,
And
get
up
off
my
floor.
Strap
on
that
there
jammy
pac
And
slide
a
double
dime
my
way.
Dry
off
your
distributor
cap,
And
hip
me
to
the
game
you
play.
She's
jonesin'
for
a
jammy
With
a
girl
that
I
call
"Tammy",
So
strap
on
that
there
jammy
pac,
It's
time
for
you
to
pay.
Strap
on
that
there
jammy
pac.
She
hypnotized
one
dude.
Stains
you
like
a
heart
attack.
Van
Winkle
says
"Fuck
you."
Never
made
me
no
supper.
A
boy
like
me
needs
it,
too!
So
strap
on
that
thar
jammy
pac,
It's
time
to
pay
your
due.

1 Sketches of Winkle
2 The Stallion, Pt. 1
3 The Stallion, Pt. 2
4 Strapon That Jammy Pac
5 Pork Roll Egg and Cheese
6 Doctor Rock
7 Frank
8 Sorry Charlie
9 Pollo Asado
10 Right to the Ways and Rules of the World
11 Captain Fantasy
12 Demon Sweat
13 Molly
14 Can U Taste the Waste?
15 Don't Sweat It
16 Awesome Sound
17 Laura
18 Boing
19 Mononucleosis
20 Oh My Dear (Falling In Love)
21 Alone
22 Moving Away
23 She Fucks Me
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