[Cheech Marin:]  Dun nun nun   Dun nun nun   Dun Dun Dun    Orale! (O-ra-le)    My Momma talk to me,   Try to tell me how to live     But I don't listen to her,   'cos my head is like a sieve     My daddy, he disowned me,   'cos I wear my sisters clothes     He caught me in the bathroom,   with a pair of pantyhose     My basketball coach,   he just kick me off the team     For wearing high heels sneakers,   and acting like a queen     Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree   Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree   Gonna tie his pecker to a tree     Get your boogie off     Go Head     The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam     As long as I have my bitch   Oh I'm a fuck you     It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny   'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money   Money, money, money...     Are you talking petsos?     Money, ka ching     Ha, ha, ha     Lots of money     I'm so bloody rich     Lots of money   Lots of muthafuckin money   I get looks     Ha, ha, ha     I own shopping centres, parking lots,   and stocks, and all that shit     Ha, ha, ha     I own you, ha, you too, you three   For me, he he, oh oh     Get your groove off   Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan   Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower   more groovin, slow that shit down   crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah   Don't give a fuck, break it out   You even know, Boy George is on heroin   We don't give a fuck   Rick James is in the crack house   I'm fuckin paying, that's all that matters   Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha     The bomb is a fuckin in the house   Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo   Gimme some