My Gift to You / Earache My Eye Lyrics

Cheech Marin:
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, DUN DUN DUN!

Orale!
My mama's talkin' to me,
try to tell me how to live,
but I don't listen to her
'cause my head is like a sieve.

My daddy, he disowned me
'cause I wear my sisters clothes.
He caught me in the bathroom
with a pair of pantyhose.

My basketball coach,
he done kick me off the team.
For wearing high heel sneakers
and acting like a queen.

Gonna tie my p***** to a tree, to a tree.
Gonna tie my p***** to a tree.

Fieldy:
Gonna tie his p***** to a tree.

Get your boogie on.

Go Head.

Cheech Marin:
The earth is coming to an end
and I don't give a d***.
As long as I have my b****,
oh and my fly gear.
It don't bother me,
if people think I'm funny.
'Cause I'm a big rock star,
and I'm makin' lots of money!

Money! Money! Money! Money!

Fieldy:
Are you talking pesos?

Cheech Marin:
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lots of money. (x3)
I'm so b***** rich!
Lots of money.
Lots of m****f***in' money.
I get rich.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own shopping centers, and parking lots,
and stars, and all that s***!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh.

Fieldy:
Get your groove on.
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan.
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower.
More groovin', slow that s*** down crazy slow.
Come on. Death. Right here. Slow. Ah!
Don't give a f***, break it out.
You even know Boy George is on heroin.
We don't give a f***.
Rick James is in the crack house.
I'm f*****' paying, that's all that matters.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!

The bomb is a f***** in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Gimme some!

Cheech Marin:
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!