Bloodhound Gang — A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When the Stripper Is Crying

[Verse 1] I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love. It had been a while In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy-Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit of the Loom tank-tops Well, that night I lost myself to ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell [Chorus] Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well, I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' [Verse 2] Well, faster than you can say "shallow grave", this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin' my balls like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock. Said her name was Bambi and I said, "Well that's a coincidence darlin', 'cause I was just thinkin' about skinnin' you like a deer." Well, she smiled, had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern, and I went on to tell her how I would wear her face like a mask as I do my little kooky dance. And then she told me to shush. I guess she could sense my desperation 'Course, it's hard to hide a hard-on when you're dressed like Minnie Pearl [Chorus] Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well, I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' [Verse 3] So, Bambi's goin' on about how she can make all my fantasies come true. So I says, "Even this one I have where Jesus Christ is jackhammering Mickey Mouse in the doo-doo hole with a lawn dart as Garth Brooks gives birth to something resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on Santa Claus's tummy-tum?" Well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later, I'm parkin' the beef bus in tuna town if you know what I mean. Got to nail her back at her trailer. Heh. That rhymes I have to admit it was even more of a turn-on when I found out she was doin' me to buy baby formula [Chorus] Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well, I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' [Verse 4] Day or so had passed when I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin and slid on into the Stinky Pinky Gulp N' Guzzle Big Rig Snooze-A-Stop. There I was browsin' through the latest issue of Throb when I saw Bambi starin' at me from the back of a milk carton. Well, my heart just dropped So, I decided to do what any good Christian would: You can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice and polish the one-eyed gopher when you're doin' seventy-five in an eighteen-wheeler. I never thought missing children could be so sexy Did I say that out loud? [Chorus] Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin' Well, I find it's quite a thrill When she grinds me against her will Yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin'