Chords for Bloodhound Gang - Pretty When I'm Drunk

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me and the crew hit the road on a mission to slip free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishing
cages on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless until we brought skip a pot of us and daddy
gonna get some probably underage and dumb and everybody knows that the daddy eats his
young lupus in the laboratory making a big stink mason up the twill seat and pooping
in the sink msg's tanked up and whizzing in a cup waiting for sprinkle genie to come and
drink it up cuz i'm the one bottle willy with the 12 horse l after that i get silly like
soupy sales now it's midnight and i'm completely goofy blitz a six-inch slits and the jubil
man is shepherds with my beer tin and glasses i'm ready to binnies battle i'm hungry like
i'll end up tending cattle because 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 _ _ _
here _ _ _ _ _ _ she _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ comes a funky fried cutie mr jimmy is gonna get some duty cuz
i'm mr mcfeely with a speedy delivery you think i was a ditch away this chick was taking me but
Maybe I should check and see if this is where I want to be
Hey Lupus, is she cute?
Yeah, for a pygmy
Oh, what do you know?
You're probably going 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
Might be horrors about the tweak
I could tap that barrel
In fact, I know I can
Esplanade, j'ai toi
You and me and a 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 fucking 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 [Abm] Heavy
[A] You're a mix between an Ugnaught [G] and Eugene Levy
You can call it Big Bone, I prefer to call it Gut
[N] You're Buddha, you're Shamu
You're Jamba the fucking Naught, you had hearts and scars
And your boobs were hairy
I smelled tuna melt
But I wasn't gonna worry, it was 3AM
And I wasn't getting squat, so I rolled you up in flour
And aimed it for the wet spot _ _ _ _ _
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_ I was buttering rolls, like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me, something bit me
While my little rod was fishing
I was deep sea fishing
I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know
That Jamba Jones lived in your pants at that junction?
I came to realize
That only Frank Perdue [G] likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty, boom-a-laddy
I gotta lament
That you are 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 fucking 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 [Gm] drunk
And I'm pretty fucking drunk _
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