This is Stroke 9's acoustic cover of "The Bad Touch," originally by The Bloodhound Gang.
This is my first tab, so it might not be perfect. Feel free to contact me if you have
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The Bad Touch - Stroke 9
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought
You and me do the kinds of things only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants, I bet youll feel nuts
Yeah Im Siskel, yes Im Ebert, and youre getting two thumbs up
Youve had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, youre out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered like my waffle house hash browns
Come quicker than Fed-Ex, never reach an apex, Coca-Cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time
Chorus:|-------------------||---5---4-----------||---6---4---8---6---||---6---4---9---7---||---4---2---9---7---||-----------7---5---|You and me baby aint nothin but mammalsSo lets do it like they do on the Discovery ChannelYou and me baby aint nothin but mammalsSo lets do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
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Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna go down in your south seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean meets small craft advisories
So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide, B-5, you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on, Im Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours, Ill show you mine, tool time, you'll Lovett just like Lyle
We can do it doggy-style so we can both watch X-Files
Chorus
Get horny now
Post-Chorus Riff (x3)
Chorus
