I said yes
(but she kept sayin' no)
yeah the scent was in the air
(Was it a rose ?)
I said excuse me ma'am
but you tweekin' my nose
She slapped him in the face
with a terrible blow...
Ohh what a Sourpuss...
Mug all twisted
(like a licorice chew)
Make a puss like that
(it's gonna stay on you)
Gasoline stang
(if you know what I mean)
Ohh what a Sourpuss...
Nothin' but a Sourpuss
Sour (P-u-s-s) Sour (P-u-s-s)
(Repeat 5x)
I step to the rear
guess what did I see
A big pumpin bump
(just a lookin' at he)
Bootie licious nutritious for the
(doodle e dee)
I tapped her on the shoulder
(and what did you see)
Nothin' but a Sourpuss...
Squirt juicy Bootie
(but the muga was pushed)
I got a knife full of butta
(to spread the butush)
Would you like to hit that
(oh how I woosh)
It made my face turn green
from her fuming bush
Ohh what a Sourpuss...
Nothin' but a Sourpuss
Sour (P-u-s-s) Sour (P-u-s-s)
(Repeat 5x)
Do you know of the many mangling ways
there are to twist your puss
It sho get sour sometime down there by the mission
let me get a piece of sum a dat chicken
You've got that clench jaw scrunched snawz look
Hell Yeah...
You've got the frown wrinkled flex lip look
Hell Yeah...
You got the ring around the collar pulsin' all red
Hell Yeah...
You got the prune face mental case punch munch mug
Hell Yeah...
Looks like you got a frown like a crazy clown wit mud fallin' down
Hell Yeah...
You got mustard nostrils and barnacles all up under your chin
Hell Yeah...
You got da sloppy skin decomposing grin
Hell Yeah...
Yo head is flat wit stringy napps and happy nap sack
Hell Yeah...
You got the looky loo mouth piarea crew
Hell Yeah...
You got the don't hurt me please limburger cheese look
Hell Yeah...
When you took a photo shot the lens broke cause ya ugly folk
Hell Yeah...
Looks like your nose got caught up and twisted in a bicycle spoke
Hell Yeah...
Yo face can pass for a orangutan's ass
Hell Yeah...
Yo pussy smell so bad I had to move back to Baghdad
Hell Yeah...
You got the Marion Berry Rockhead look
Hell Yeah...
You got the Al Green hot grits look
Hell Yeah...
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
Hell Yeah...
You got that Spiderman brace face
Hell Yeah...
been hit in the face by the Frankenstein bass
Yo mug is covered with chili
Lookin' silly workin' at 7-11
Thinkin' everything is heaven
Discordant and danceable post-punk gems from an LA trio featuring bright and bouncy B-52s-style vocals. Instant like. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2017