Beck — Hollywood Freaks

"What, say what?" "He my nun!" Hot milk! Mmmm...tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple... We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On the hi-tech streets We go solo Dance floors and talk shows Hot dogs, No Doz Hot sex in back rows [Hook] I wanna know what makes you scream Be your twenty million dollar fantasy Treat you real good Expensive jeans Hollywood freaks on the Hollywood scene Touch it real good if you want a piece Party people know I'm that type of freak [Verse 2] People look so snooty Take pills, make them moody Automatic bazooty Zero to tutti frutti Sex in the halls Niagara Falls Local shopping malls receive anonymous calls Hot like a cheetah Neon mamacita Eat at Taqueria Pop lockin' beats from Korea Looking like jail bait Selling lots of real estate Looking like a hot date Banging like an 808 [Hook] [Bridge] Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this? [Verse 4] Norman Schwartzkopf! Something tells me you want to go home! Champagne, bibles, custom clothes you own Calling up from special area codes Hollywood notes with the Hollywood phones I got nothing to do, nowhere to go I'll tell you what you want If you want to know... Satin sheets Tropical oils Turn up the heat 'til the swimming pool boils Let all the neighbors Read it in the papers Making all those gentlemen cry realistic tears... [Hook] [Verse 4] Jocking my Mercedes! Probably have my baby! Shop at Old Navy! He wish he was a lady! [Outro] Do you wanna feel this? Do you wanna feel this? Dance floors, all the talk shows Hot dogs, No Doz Hot sex in back rows You know Hyundais, tricked out Christmas in July 6.2 percent! Yeah, you fill in the blanks Sha-na-na-na-na-na, yeah! Tutti frutti! Automatic bazooti! Yeah, I'm mixin' business with leather! (laughs)