Don't ya love it baby  When you gotta get it on  With a cruster  With a hard on and bad breath breathing in your face     Saw you walking down the street  Watcha doing,out walking your beat?  I got money,I got power  How much to give you a golden shower     So she got in my car  And we drove real far  So she could  Kick it on down  Talking 'bout your body yeah  Kick it down slut  Kick it on down     Well I got money  And I want  Your pussy  And your tits  Kick it on down     Wench  Your body is ours to share  Let me help myself to your body  And we'll go  Around the world     Kick it  Kick it  Kick it on down  Talking 'bout deep throat  Down     Talking 'bout your body baby  I wanna piece of you  Take you home for my buddies to also screw     Don't ya love it when I introduce you to the guys out back  Kick it on down  Don't go home to your main man,ya gotta stay here  Kick it on down  To the road crew yeah  Kick it on down  To the photographer and the soundman  Kick it on down     Hussy,your body is ours to share  Let me help myself to your body  And we can be naked together  Down  Kick it down,kick it down     Don't ya love it when you gotta get it on  With a bald,fat,bearded,bad breath slob  And ya know you gotta do it for drugs or money  Beacause that's your job  Yeah,kick it down to a crusty hippie  Slut,kick it down to the dudes on Hollywood and Western  Kick it on down  At the rector hotel you gotta  Kick it on down  To the swedish erotica team  Kick it on down  To a drug dealer,kick it down  Kick it on down  Do it for drugs,or do it for money  Either way,I think it's funny     Don't ya love it now yeah  Kick it on down  Pull off your clothes  I wanna see those boobs  Kick it on down  No,we're not done yet  We got more dudes to screw you all around  Kick it on down to a cruster  To a bum under the freeway  Kick it on down  To a lice ridden,crusty biker  Kick it on down  Sleasy cum,yeah,rubbin' in your face  Kick it on down  To me yeah,and all my road crew  Kick it on down