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Chooch's Bitch
by The Pietasters

She was in my hair, she was everywhere,
Every time I looked at her she loaded up.
Went into my room, it was like a tomb,
She picked the lock and then she took all my stuff.

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on.

Shootin' hoops out loud, then you broke your mouth,
Cryin' 'bout the ankle that you twisted once.
Now you're back again, yeah my burnin' friend,
Talkin' 'bout some tanks for a hundred bucks.

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Come into my house, yeah, knock yourself out,
Every time I look at him he loads it up.
Kick it once again, carpet stinks like sin,
But you bite the hand that likes to feed you now.

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on...
Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: STEPHEN LEWIS JACKSON, THOMAS GLENN GOODIN, TODD BRYAN ECKHARDT

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