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I'm taking a ride to the liquor store I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more I'm gonna spend all the money she had on a nude girl in a dirty old mag-a-zine 50 cents cheaper than the real thing even though it may be a little bit disgusting can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama it's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time alright Pamela and her five sisters are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters a third degree burn going straight to my head I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted close encounters of the strangest kind I got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time It didn't work out the way it was planned all I got now is a beer in my hand I don't know why I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I'll tell you why alright