Smack My Bitch Up Songtext
von Richard Cheese

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
I said, change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Thank you ladies and gentlemen,
I′d like to introduce a little thing I like to call, the band
Let's start with the man behind the piano
He′s a maestro, a master, a man of many melodies
Including the Melody who's the hostess of the Daily Grill
If you lose your keys, he can find them!
He's a "Prodigy", as in psychosomatic-addict insane
He′s sitting on his stool, Bobby Ricotta!

*Piano solo*


Thank you Bobby.
And now on bass, he′s high-strung
He's a stand-up guy. He′s in an upright and locked position!
He knows the BASIC programming language!
He's the low man on the totem pole!
He′s Deep Gordon Brie!

*Bass solo*

Danke, Gordon.
And now on drums, on skins, on the trap-set, the cocktail kit, the thing you that you hit with the thingies.
He's a slick click to pick with a stick!
He′s back with another one of them Block Rockin' Beats!
His middle name is Tom!
He's "cymbal-ic"! We′re talking "brush with greatness!"
He likes to bang the drum slowly if you know what I mean, and I think you do, AM I RIGHT PEOPLE?!
Mr. Bobby Gouda!

*Drum solo*

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack... bitch... up
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up


Ouch!