paroles de chanson Bomb This Track - Mindless Self Indulgence

Yo! Thanks for the party, and the Maserati
You all rock my body, and now I'm gone, bye!
Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls
The front row tickets, yeah, goodbye!
Thanks for the party and the paparazzi
Everybody knows it, now I'm embarrassed!
Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the press
And, oh yeah, doing my laundry

I wanna testify I was not notified
When did my mother start buggin' out n' getting high?
I wanna take a chance, deep in your underpants
All my little girls, everybody kiss my ass

Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this track!

Yo! Thanks for the party, and the Maserati
You all rock my body, and now I'm gone, bye!
Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls
The front row tickets, yeah, goodbye!

I wanna testify I was not notified
When did my mother start buggin' out n' getting high?
I wanna take a chance, deep in your underpants
All my little girls, everybody kiss my ass

Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this track!

All my scrawny ladies, and my bony ladies
That's what happens when you take what they is givin', baby
All my horny mommies, and my rowdy mommies
Poppin' static, yo, prepare yourself for stormy weather
Good lookin' out there, baby, beef is cookin', baby
Don't you know that they be readin' what I'm writin', baby?
All my scrawny ladies, and my bony ladies
That's what happens when you take what they is givin', baby

Bomb! Bomb this track!
Disrespect!
No regrets!
Bomb this track!

Take off your clothes and I will never go home
Take off your clothes and I will never go home
Take off your clothes and I will never go home
Take off your clothes and I will never go home
Take off your clothes and I will never go home

Yo! Thanks for the party, and the Maserati
You all rock my body, and now I'm gone, bye!
Thanks for the party, the Moet, the girls
The front row tickets, yeah, goodbye!
Thanks for the party and the paparazzi
Everybody knows it, now I'm embarrassed!
Thanks for the party, the house, the girls, the press
And, oh yeah, doing my laundry