Space Humping $19.99 Songtext
von Lifter Puller

Think about what you′ve got
Compare it to what I've got
Now what do you think my girl wants, my girl wants?
Think about what I′ve got
Compare it to what you've got
What do you think my girl wants, my girl wants?
What do you think my girl wants?

Don't call her lazy ′cause she′s crazy about the daytime TV
Channel three, look at me, I'm a real wheel watcher
They think I′m smart, they think it's art
But then I start with a crash, I′m just a brass trash talker
I like some funky drums but I hate some chunky drummers
And I saw what your girl did last summer


Said it looks like a bitch, she said it felt like a blast
Woke up in the grass with the assless chaps
Looks like a blast, she said it felt like a bitch
Woke up with your friend in the Indian fringes
Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins
Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins

She was bombed on the base in the Bombay Gin
She stumbled in
That's what she said, she says it′s great getting high

I want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes
She said it's great getting high
I want everybody who′s been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes

And think about what you′ve got
Compare it to what I've got
And ask yourself, what do you think my girl wants?