Lyrics Pop Itch - Fight Like Apes

Pop Itch

Now the boys and the girls
Picking fights, starting brawls
Thinking first play and replays are reasons to get all worked up
Back up son
This baby’s got a neck
And she’s bordered like a boy’s
Spitting rhymes like a noise
Who’s got the dub play
Who’s got the tape
Who’s got the method get to the backstage
Who’s got the helmet who’s got the nut
Limited edition Jabba the Hutt
Not including Jabba the Hutt
Just a box for Jabba the Hutt
Jabba the Hutt
Jabba the Hutt
And just to reiterate Jabba the Hutt
Just for pig iron, bite your tongue
Burn your britches, stop sucking your thumb
We’ll see you
Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk
Put another digit on your name and write a blog
Ahhhhh
Owhh owhh owhhhuhhowhh uhh
Maybe make a stew full of brown wretched peas and you
Put it in a barrel in a little boxed room
In a little barrel in a pretty little tomb
Spaghetti hoops and brown bread
With little to be sung
I took out my babysitter with pennies and rum
My poor Mom
Oh my poor Mom
I still hope she loves me some, my Mom
Oh my poor Mom
Oh
Oh (oh)
It’s for pig iron burn your britches
And then maybe just bite your tongue
(Limited edition) It's for pig iron
(Not including) Bite your tongue
(Just a box for) Burning britches
(Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Sucking your thumb
We’ll see you
(Who got the helmut) Stars are swinging
(Who got the nut) Like a clock on a walk
(Limited edition) Put another digit on
(L-L-L-Limited edition) Your name and write a blog
Just for pig iron, bite your tongue
Burn your britches, stop sucking your thumb
We’ll see you
Stars are swinging like a clock on a walk
Put another digit on your name and write a blog