The Scabs - Pussy Fever

Called the doctor on the telephone
Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone
Called the doctor on the telephone
Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone

Said doctor is there something you can do
He said not so son, I got it too
Said doctor is there something you can do
He said not so son, I got it too

I think I got it
I think I got it
I think I got it
I got pussy fever

Said you better get your ass on out to LA
Try to find yourself something better there
Spent the night in that hotel
Tried to get me something to make me feel good, feel good

But I think I got it (gimme some)
I think I got it
I think I got it
I got pussy fever (late at night, early in the mornin')

Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup
Slam it jam it down and do I want another what?
Uma Thuma Thurman got the butt now
Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck

Hocus pocus, I can't even focus
Your girl's on my dick like a locust
Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup
Slam it jam it down and do I want another what?

Uma Thurman got the butt now
Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck
Coulda had a V8, instead I had forty
When your girl's on my cock she called ya

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