作曲 : Franks Bowe
作词 : Franks Bowe
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought 
Skip O' Pot2mus
And Daddy gonna get some, probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the 
Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink
Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink
M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waitin' for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up'
Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 
Horse AleAfter that 
I get silly like 
Soupy Sales
Now it's midnight and 
I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the 
Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beers, tinted glasses, 
I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but 
I'll end up tending cattle'
Cause you're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(And I'm pretty ****in' drunk)
Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr.Jimmy Pop 
Ali is gonna get some booty'
Cause I'm 
Mr.Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think 
I was a ditch, the way this chick was diggin' me
But maybe 
I should check and see if this is where 
I wanna be
Hey Lupus is she cute? 
Yeah, for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know? 
You're probably goin' home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that 
I gave a dog a bone
Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact 
I know I can
It's a ménage à trois, you and me and 
Heineken'Cause you're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(And I'm pretty ****in' drunk)
Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost 
I'd like to mention you
For the sake of conversation, we'll call you the 
Brand New 
HeavyYou're a mix between an 
Ugnaut and 
Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, 
I prefer to call it gut
You're Buddha, you're 
Shamu, you're 
Jabba the ****in' 
HuttYou had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but 
I wasn't gonna worry
It was 3 a.m. and 
I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot
I was butterin' rolls like a soup kitchen 
ChristianThen it hit me, something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing, 
I took a fat chance
But how was 
I supposed to know that 
Jabberjaws lived in your pants
At that junction 
I came to realize
That only 
Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty, 
I gotta lament
That you were not a girl, you were an experiment'
Cause you're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(And I'm pretty ****in' drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when 
I'm drunk(And I'm pretty ****in' drunk)