One, two, three,four, five
Everybody in the car, [bad word] on, let's ride
To the liquor-store around the corner,
The boys say they want some gin and juice
But I really don't wanna 
Beerbust like I had last week
I must stay deep because talk is cheap
I like Angela, Pamela, Sandra and Rita
And as I continue you know they are getting sweeter
So what can I do I really beg and you my Lord
To me flirting it's just like sport
Anything fly it's all good let me dump it
Please set in the [bad word] 
little bit of Monica in my live, a little bit of Erica by my side
little bit of Rita is all I need, a little bit of Tina is what I see
little bit of Sandra in the sun, a little bit of Mary all night long
little bit of Jessica here I am, a little bit of you makes me your man

Jump up and down go and move it all around
Shake your head to the sound, put your hand on the ground
Take one step left and one step right
One to the front and one to the side
Clap your hands once and clap your hands twice
And if it looks like this, then you are doing it right

I do all for fall in love with a girl like you,
Because you [bad word] and you can't hide
You and me gonna touch the sky