Oh Sh+t The Pharcyde

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods
Woody woodpecker would if he could
But I didn't want to pass it up

To the next man had my Walkman bumpin' on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
Like a kill thriller, driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it til' the damn Dutch puked

Luke Skywalker ain't a sweet talker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse

I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin', ooh and I'm busted for real

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit