Right Hand-a-Rama

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Fink] I'm taking a ride to the liquor store I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more I'm gonna spend all the money she has On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine Fifty cents cheaper than the real thing Even though it may be a little bit disgusting Can call her "bitch" and it ain't got no drama It's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama [Chorus: Fink] I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time [Post-Chorus: Fink] Alright [Verse 2: Fink] Oh, Pamela and her five sisters Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters A third degree burn going straight to my head I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted Close encounters of the strangest kind I got the heebee-jeebees for the hundredth time It didn't work out the way it was planned All I got now is a beer in my hand [Chorus: Fink] I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time [Post-Chorus: Fink] (I'll tell you why) Woo! Alright