The Acorn People Sam Jackson lyrics

Tearing up my appetite,
Oh you are such a delight,
I said, "Oooh wa ooh wa ooh,
I'm headed straight through the moon."

With all these smooth hips,
Come the sweetest lips in the west.
Should've never meant a thing to me at best.

Your mother's scared to lose her son,
To a crazy b*tch stoppin' for no one,
Well I could easily see,
How she'd be so scared of me.

Fogging up my eyes,
Tunnel vision on the prize,
I said, "Oooh wa ooh wa ooh,
Just hang me up on your noose."


With all these smooth hips,
Come the sweetest lips in the west.
Should've never meant a thing to me at best.

Well in my bed mistakes were made,
Like a million snakes on a aeroplane,
Keep on waiting for this sh*t,
Just to take one more hit.

Swing batter batter, swing batter batter, swing,
Bring batter batter, bring batter batter, bring
Bring it on (ooh)
I won't keep holding on,
I won't keep holding on.