H.T.H.D.T.G.T. Wet Wet Wet

Yeah
Yeah

Baby, baby, come on keep it up

I found myself at the drugstore
Baby rapping with my funky friends
Shed tears of joy for a soul of sadness, ah ah

My mind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
What the hell am I gonna do
Gonna do

I said how the hell did they get there, baby
How the hell did they get there, baby

I met this thing called Carrie
She kinda smoked those long French cigarettes (know what I mean boys)
She tried to get me upset
By saying silly little things

My mind was made up now baby
But my mouth kept talking
The hell am I gonna do
Gonna do