Right Hand-A-Rama

I'm taking a ride to the liquor store

I'm looking for a beer and little bit more

I'm gonna spend all the money she has

on a nude girl in a dirty old magazine

50 cents cheaper than the real thing

even though it may be a little bit disgusting

Can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama

It's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

Alright

Pamela and her five sisters

Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters

A third degree burn going straight to my head

I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted

Close encounters of the strangest kind

I got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time

It didn't work out the way it was planned

All I got now is a beer in my hand

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I don't know why

I don't know why

It sure feels good most every time

I'll tell ya why

Whoo!

Alright!