It's like lays potato chips, I couldn't pick just one...
Well! She treat me like a personal Jesus Got the hand...put it where its gonna heal ya Got the finger...put it right there on the trigger Well, pump it up, pump it up Baby make it bigger
Hagar has no median, it's either campy godstuff or campy sexstuff in every song. In either case, it's 100% cheese all of the time. He must write these songs while droppin' a deuce after a hard night of enchiladas and mas tequila.
She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning) Put that butter on my biscuit (honey to my melons) Cherries on bananas (gonna need a second helping) You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning
And now, lyrics so bad I can't believe they somehow made a song out of them:
Hey! Alright! Whoo! how bout cha now, Come on Oh yeah! Dig it! Thats right. Is everybody ready? Lets go! Up and down, around and round In and out Crank it, blow out Ouch Help me Flip on over Oh baby, you know what I like She choked the chain, she got the hook Cant get away Fever starts to climb, reaching 105 (degrees) I think I need a shot of your love Love, love is the source Love, love is the source of infection Hey eddie Say what Thats what Im talkin about Wax it down now Ready, set, go! Love, love is the source Love, love is the source Love, love, love, love is the source Love, love is the source
