1, 2, 3...Slam! Lyrics

1, 2, 3...Slam! - Guttermouth

Written by：Joseph Nunn/Scott Sheldon/Eric Davis/Mark Adkins

Okay here's the story about

My mom and dad

One was white

One was black

I bet you think you're glad

I'm a half breed just look at me

My skin is fair yet tan

I don't know what the hell I'm on

So 1 2 1 2 3 slam

Kinky hair when I wake up

Straight when I go to bed

My dad speaks jive talk to me

Don't know what he just said

My mother she's a honkey

My dad's kentucky fried

I don't know what the hell I'm on

So 1 2 1 2 3 slam

Back at home it's black eyed peas

With a pot roast on the side

It's hot dogs on Friday nights

The chicken's country fried

My dad says yo boy pass the peas

My mom says pass the squash

I need something to ease the pain

So I'll go downtown and get some downers

Yeah going down down

Yeah going down down

You're going down baby down baby

Take me down

Whoa man I'm a little bit slow

But I've got to get up somehow

Got no money

Just a good idea

Let me tell you how

I'll steal my parents credit cards

Oh yes I'll rip them off

I'll go downtown to where dad works

And get myself some cocaine

Now I'm high and I'm not shy

I'll get it off my chest

My mom is white she thinks she's right

She thinks that she's the best

My dad is just a negro

He's not one to play golf

I don't know what the hell I am

So 1 2 1 2 3 slam slam slam slam

1 2 1 2 3 slam