Butt Funkin' Lyrics - Singles - Limbomaniacs

Fe fi fo fum 

Tell me where do you come from? 

They call me Butthouse man 

'Cause that's my name 

I'm a butt connoisseur and I have no shame 

I rate 'em on size and shape and such 

But the final test is the test of touch 

I'm a true blue pro no average joe 

I keep my eyes open everywhere I go 

So if you're talkin' 'bout chicks and what they got down below 

Just ask 'ole House 'cause I'm in the know 

CHORUS 

Butt-butt funkin' 

Butt-butt funkin' 

When butts are headed in my direction 

I slip around back for a closer inspection 

I size them all up with no sign of detection 

And I swoop on in and I make a selection 

Some big some small some ain't quite round 

Some as big as me nearly pound for pound 

Some smooth as silk with no sign of wear 

And some got pimples and some got hair 

CHORUS 

Shout it out, sing about I just can't live without 

Wigglin' jigglin' butts in my living room 

Long pants and short pants 

They're best when in no pants 

I'm in the mood for a stinky string romance 

Fe fi fo fum 

Tell me where do you come from? 

There's nothing so fine and nothing so fair 

As a hot sticky thing with a tight derriere 

Let me tell you 'bout my trip to the south of France 

The women down there they never wear pants 

By hook by crook or happenstance 

I'll be headed back just give me half a chance 

When I'm lying on the beach I couldn't help but stare 

At all the merchandise the girls had laid bare 

Lying on my front so no one could see 

Those bare bottom bitches put a boner on me 

CHORUS 

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