Yeah, one of 'em   Yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers      Nigger, what you lookin' for nigger?   Oh hold it, stop   Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on   You, you      This song is called   This song is called bacon skin, hit me   It's dedicated to my first wife   Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen   She's just fat, hit me      Too nasty, I said now big dumb you   You bacon skin   Just fat but you know where it's at   I wish you was thin, Cloreen bacon skin      Brotch, you can't fuck with that, look out   And the band said   And look out, said   Wait a minute, I said      Bacon skin, hit me, sexy   Don't touch noth   Don't you touch snare or cymbal   You just tap, good God      I wanna sing to this girl   I said baby, wait a minute   When we're all alone   We try to make love      Somebody call you on the phone   I don't know what his name is   But I know, I know this is life   But that, that's real, baby, you my wife   Cloreen bacon skin, wait a minute      Oh, good God, I said   Wait a minute   Oh, then the band said   Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on, I said      Once more on the one, come on   And the band said   That's alright   That's alright      You old motherfucker, you a senior citizen, look out   You can't fuck with me   I'll drive you to the ground   Okay Jerome, open the high hat, here we go      Rumbling, rumbling, yes   Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on   Yeah, come on, said splash   Good God      Everybody say, Cloreen bacon skin   Everybody say   You can't fuck with that   Eruption in your face      I'm to sexy, I'm to sexy, sexy one in the place, good God   I'm sexy, love sexy right down to my feet, good Lord   And I'm sexy, good God, with the bacon meat   Pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say      I can smell that shit, that's nasty, to nasty   Y'all let me go, look out   Good God, nasty bass   Good mutha, eruption in your face   Good God, look out said      Cloreen, I got somethin' for ya   What's the matter, don't you like me?   Am I to old?   Splash, oh shit, oh shit      I can't stand it, I can't stand it   Now when I look in the mirror   And I see this ugly face, good God   I just wanna run, I wanna run over to your place, yes      I wanna see, good God, someone that's uglier than um, um   I said, I said uglier than me   Uglier than me   Cloreen bacon skin      Nice and breezy, look out now   I said fellas, what's the word?   I said fellas, what's the word?   Look out      Bacon skin, come on, splash   What you go'n do with that?   Everybody, everybody come on, dance   Everybody come on, dance      We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this   Just me and bacon skin   Alright, that Cloreen's brother for my drummer, look out   Oh shit, my hat done fell off      Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot   Good God, I don't care   I got bacon skin   Bacon Skin on my plate, good God      I want to love ya   Cloreen, why you wanna make me wait?   I wanna get sexy, I said   Oh Lord, I said, I wanna get sexy   Cloreen, come on, get down, come on, splash      Come on, good God   Cloreen's brother Alfred   Alfred, Alfred, I need you to talk to me son, come on   Alfred, good      Come on, Alfred, talk to me now   I wanna I got to hear you say, say Alfred   I can't hear ya, come on, talk to me now   Alfred, come on, talk to me now      Come on, bacon skin   Alfred, do you hear me talkin' to ya?   Alfred, don't, don't ignore me   Say nigger, say      Talk to me, come on, come on, talk   What cha need, what cha need?   You wanna, you wanna open your hat?   You wanna open your hat?   Well open it up, come on, get down, yes, come on      The volcano erupt in your face, good God   Oh Lord, old nasty   Alfred, talk to me Alfred, come on   Oh Lord, I can't stand it      Talk to me Alfred, come on   There you go, come on, Lord   Alfred   Everybody else come on and dance, good God      Come on, everybody dance   Alfred, come on and dance   Dance   I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance      Oh Lord   Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God   Good God, oh shit   Old motherfucker say, I wanna say      We gonna take it home, yes we is   Rumbling, look out   You can't fuck with that shit, yes   Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance, shit, oh Lord      Look out, I'm outta phase, I can't stand it   I said, uh   I wanna see some of the Bacon Skin   Cloreen, Cloreen      You can't fuck with that, talk to me Alfred, come on   And the drummer say   Oh shit, Alfred   Well, where the hand claps at?      Good God, Alfred   We done burn the house down   Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on   Say Alfred      We done burn the house down, we got to go   We done burn it down, we got to go   What cha can you say after that?   Sexy, come on, come on, everybody get sexy      Cloreen, I wanna talk to ya   Cloreen, oh Lord   Cloreen, you're the ugliest woman that I've ever seen   I'm not jivin'      Baby, there's one thing   The Lord loves and that's the truth   And baby, you one ugly motherfucker   I'm not lyin' to ya      You know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?   Well, why the hell can't you take a bath?   Cloreen bacon skin   Nice and breezy      We don't need no instruments   2 funky in here   Get sexy   Everybody get sexy      Yes, old nasty   This funk ain't goin' no place   'Cuz it's old, it's old and sexy   Cloreen, bacon skin      Pound on the floor tom one time, come on, yes   We go'n wanna go to the jungle one time   We gonna go to the jungle, good God   Go to the jungle one time, good God, said   And the band say one time      Good God, band said   Blisters, I got some blisters, good God   All my brothers and sisters, good God   Bacon Skin, good God   Everybody come on      Everybody, bacon skin   Alfred, we got to get the hell outta here   Oh Lord   Let's go over, yo, let's, let's   Is this where you live Alfred?   Is this where you live?      Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty   Everybody   This is nasty, Alfred   Mmm, I like it, I like it      We, we can't stay here, we got to go   We got to go Alfred   Oh shit, to funky, We got to go Alfred   You got any old James Brown records? Huh?   Good God, everybody, Lord      Come on Alfred, pack your shit   We got to get the hell outta here   Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on   Yes, oh shit   Put on your hat, good God      Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred   Come on, get your coat, yes   That's a nice coat Alfred   How much you pay for that?      That much, huh? Yeah, I like it   You're glad I like it, huh?   Yes, oh shit, I said, oh Lord   Put on your boots Alfred, let's go, ahh