Strap on That Jammy Pac Songtext
von Ween

Strap on that there jammy pac.
Get a grip on your soul.
Sip on that there family flask,
And I′ll guide you towards the door.
She don't feed me in the mornin′,
And I can't take no more!
So strap on that there jammy pac,
And get up off my floor. Strap on that there jammy pac
And slide a double dime my way.
Dry off your distributor cap,
And hip me to the game you play.
She's jonesin′ for a jammy
With a girl that I call "Tammy",
So strap on that there jammy pac,
It′s time for you to pay.


Strap on that there jammy pac.
She hypnotized one dude.
Stains you like a heart attack.
Van Winkle says "Fuck you."
Never made me no supper.
A boy like me needs it, too!
So strap on that thar jammy pac,
It's time to pay your due.