L.M.L.Y.P. Ween

[Intro]
Whoa, yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, ahhhhhh, whoa, whoa, yeah

["Shockadelica" Verse 1:]
The lights go out; the smell of doom
I'll bet is creeping into your lonely room
The bed's on fire; your fate is sealed
And you're so tired, and the reason is Camille-mille
Shockadelica
The girl must be a witch
She's got your mind, body, and soul, yes
Shockadelica
You need a second opinion
But she never wears a stitch
So you can't take her home
She's got you tied to a golden rope
She won't let you play your guitar
And when you've cried enough
Maybe she'll let you up
For a nasty ride in her Shockadeli-car
Gonna make you beg!

[Verse 2]
Gonna make you beg
Gonna make you spread your leg
Gonna want it, gonna get it
And you'll never regret it
Gonna make you beg
Gonna make you spread your leg
Gonna want it, gonna get it
And you'll never regret it