The world is in the palm of my hands (Yes it is)   See, I just got the keys to my bothers van   Sorry Na Na, she's takin' it off (Gettin' so naked now)   And we're gettin' freaky on the loft   (Freaky to the maximum)      Don't try to knock (oh oh oh)   Cause it'll throw off my rock   And the steamed up windows should say enough   Or the moans that you hear   When you're creepin' up, uh huh   Nasty Har Mar      Well it's one ton of solid fun   Ten of my friends and a graphix bong   Damn we're out of smoke   You can't surprise me      Gotta beeline to the man who supplies me   Don't forget to pick up a dime for me   Oh bro please let me use your ride   Dirty Preson's Pontiac just died      And all of all of all of our feet are getting tied   (So tired)   We're never gonna make it to the bon fire, uh huh   Don't try to knock (oh oh oh)   Cause it'll throw off my rock   And the steamed up windows should say enough   Or the moans that you hear   When you're creepin' up, uh huh   Nasty Har Mar      Ooh ooh   Mmmmmmmmmm I will.