Lyrics
I asked my friend
What’s the fly? (what's the fly?)
I asked my friend
What we stick around for?
He turned to me and he said (oh, well)
It’s the boobies, the boobies
It’s what you stick around for
The boobies, the boobies
It’s what you stick around for (it's the boobies!)
I asked my friend
Why are we here? What’s the purpose in life?
I asked my friend
What we stick around for?
He turned to me and said (this is what he told me, it went like this)
It’s the boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for
The boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, the skip-skip-skip-bop
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, the skip-skip-ship-bop
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, (skip-bop) the skip-skip-skip-bop
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, (skip-bop) the skip-skip-ship-bop
Is what you stick around for
Ever since I was a baby, sucking on my mama’s tits
I needed myself a warmer to make myself feel complete
Now that I’m a grown man, what is it you think I see?
It’s the boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for
The boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, the skip-skip-skip-bop
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, the skip-skip-ship-bop
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, (skip-bop) the skip-skip-skip-bop (skip-bop)
Is what you stick around for
The skiddly-skiddly-bop, (skip-bop) the skip-skip-ship-bop (skip-bop)
Is what you stick around for (I want)
One two three four five, six seven eight nine ten
Eleven twelve, I want boobies (I want)
One two three four five, six seven eight nine ten
Eleven twelve, I want boobies
It’s the boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for
The boobies, the boobies, it’s what you stick around for