I Can't Help Myself

I can't help myself

I am the doughnut

That you hold up

And I never sold up in a pie,

The hoot boot's so fly,

I always try to beat

The rest to impress,

I put my tongue

In my trouser press,

I got the toots, baby

You got the fruits,

Fruit got the loot, lady

You got the boots,

Don't be a mook

Don't get the spook,

Don't be a cry baby

I only said maybe,

Shmoozin I was pressuing

When like a catapult,

I did a summersault,

Going down the lazy river,

three fingers deliver,

I can't help myself

The reverb you just heard is resounding

In the surrounding area,

It's getting scarier

I've got the amp damp mangled,

Got my tingle in tangle

Let me see what I can wangle,

In the bermuda triangle,

Gravity will be the death of me,

Terminal velocity follow

The follow the vaper,

One hundred purcent proof caper,

Burst the barricades

But don't drink the lemonade,

Martinis by beeard man

An artizan down at the can can,

And oh yes he can can fat,

Fredies cat in seven lead boots

Whiskey for the whiskers

The shot sure shoots,

She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore,

Is it true what mummy said

You can't come back no more,

Oh no no no no

Singing a song about nothing,

Talk through my belly button,

At the inn of seventh happiness

More or less,

I found you on the floor

Saying more more more,

Peel back the skin sonar

Beats like quaver,

Small bananas selected for flavour,

I can't help myself....