Testo Right Hand-A-Rama

I'm taking a ride to the liquor store,

I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more.

I'm gonna spend all the money she has,

On a new girl in a dirty old magazine.
Fifty cents cheaper than the real thing

Even though it may be a little bit disgusting.

Can't call her bitch and it aint got no drama.

It's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama.



I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time.

I don't know why, I don't know why.
It sure feels good most every time.



Alright



Pamela and her five sisters

Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters.

Third degree burn gonna shake up my head,

Guess my pipes are a little bit rusted.

Close encounters of the strangest kind,

I got no heeby-jeebys coz the hundredth time.

It didn't work out the way it was planned,

And all I got now is a beer in my hand.



I don't know why, I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time.

I don't know why, I don't know why.

It sure feels good most every time.



I'll tell you why.



Alright.