[Cheech Marin:]
  Dun nun nun
  Dun nun nun
  Dun Dun Dun
    Orale! (O-ra-le)
    My Momma talk to me,
  Try to tell me how to live
    But I don't listen to her,
  'cos my head is like a sieve
    My daddy, he disowned me,
  'cos I wear my sisters clothes
    He caught me in the bathroom,
  with a pair of pantyhose
    My basketball coach,
  he just kick me off the team
    For wearing high heels sneakers,
  and acting like a queen
    Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
  Gonna tie my pecker to a tree to a tree
  Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
    Get your boogie off
    Go Head
    The world is coming to an end and I dont give a dam
    As long as I have my bitch
  Oh I'm a fuck you
    It don't bother me, if people think I'm funny
  'cos I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money
  Money, money, money...
    Are you talking petsos?
    Money, ka ching
    Ha, ha, ha
    Lots of money
    I'm so bloody rich
    Lots of money
  Lots of muthafuckin money
  I get looks
    Ha, ha, ha
    I own shopping centres, parking lots,
  and stocks, and all that shit
    Ha, ha, ha
    I own you, ha, you too, you three
  For me, he he, oh oh
    Get your groove off
  Let's bring it back one more time Jonathan
  Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
  more groovin, slow that shit down
  crazy slow, come on, death, right here, slow, ah
  Don't give a fuck, break it out
  You even know, Boy George is on heroin
  We don't give a fuck
  Rick James is in the crack house
  I'm fuckin paying, that's all that matters
  Ha, ha, ha, ha, aahh, ha, ha, ha
    The bomb is a fuckin in the house
  Loco! Ooooh aahhh oooo
  Gimme some