You're Pretty When I'm Drunk

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's gonna get some probably underage and dumb
 and everybody knows that the daddy eats his young
 lupus in the lavatory making a big stink
 macing up the toilet seat and pooping in the sink
 m.s.g.¹S tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
 waiting for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
 cause i'm the one bottle willy with the 12 horse ale
 after 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 beer-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)
 (and I'm pretty fuckin' 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? Yea for a pygmie
 aw! 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 and my beholder's about to tweak
 I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
 it's a ménagé a 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)
 (and I'm pretty fuckin' 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 heavy
 your a mix between an ugnaut and eugene levy
 you can call it big-boned, i prefer to call it gut
 your buddha your shamu your jabba the fuckin' hutt
 you had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
 I smelt tuna melt but i wasn¹t 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 buttering rolls like a soup kitchen christian
 then 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)
 (and I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)