Something about the way you taste   Makes me want to clear my throat   There's a message to your movements   That really gets my goat   I looked for sniffy linings   But you're rotten to the core   I've had just about all I can take   You know I can't take it no more   Got a gut feeling   Centered 'round long time ago   On your ability to torment   Then you took your tongs of love   And stripped away my garment   Got a gut feeling      Slap your mammy down   Slap your pappy down again   Oh move it up and down now   Oh move it all around now