Words: C. Hutchins
Music: M. Hutchins
Bugs taste like liquorice
Lizards taste like chicken
I tell you baby
You’re finger lickin’
Mister Blister!
What this means I really don’t know
But it sounds provocative, don’t you think so?
The bass player said we need a gong about sex
This popped into my head and it hasn’t left me yet
Bugs taste like liquorice
Lizards taste like chicken
I tell you baby
You’re finger lickin’
Mister Blister!
Is it nasty or just sounds like it is?
No real impact like pump, hump, blow or jizz
Just a bunch of words if you string together right
Become featured T & A on Entertainment Tonight
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Bugs taste like liquorice
Lizards taste like chicken
I tell you baby
You’re finger lickin’
Mister Blister!
Maybe we’ll get lucky and be banned in 50 states
And need a truck to haul the money this thing makes
A bunch of nonsense if you think you will find
Cooking up in the back or our dirty little minds