I Can't Help Myself

I can't help myself ... I am the doughnut that you hold up And I never sold up in a pie The hoot boot's so fly I always try to beat the rest to impress I put my tongue in my trouser press I got the toots baby you got the fruits Fruit got the loot lady you got the boots Don't be a mook don't get the spook Don't be a cry baby I only said maybe Shmoozin I was pressuing when like a catapult I did a summersault Going down the lazy river Three fingers deliver I can't help myself..., The reverb you just heard is resounding in the surrounding area It's getting scarier I've got the amp damp mangled Got my tingle in tangle let me see what I can wangle In the bermuda triangle Gravity will be the death of me Terminal velocity follow the follow the vaper One hundred purcent proof caper Burst the barricades but don't drink the lemonade Martinis by beeard man an artizan down at the can can And oh yes he can can fat Fredies cat in seven lead boots whiskey for the whiskers the shot sure shoots She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore Is it true what mummy said you can't come back no more Oh no no no no singing a song about nothing Talk through my belly button At the inn of seventh happiness more or less I found you on the floor saying more more more Peel back the skin sonar beats like quaver Small bananas selected for flavour I can't help myself....