Girls - Big Bad Mean Mother*****er Lyrics
I've got a high school crush on a California girl, oh yahI've got a gold guitar and a bag of marijuana man, oh ah haI'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stopMake you a believer I'm a big bad mean mother*****erI've got an ice cream cone and I'm feeling fine tonightYah when I get you back home, oh you know I'm gonna do you right, oh yahI'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stop.Make you a believer I'm a big bad mean mother*****erChicka chicka chicka chicka whooow! I wear my short jean shorts on a sunny San Francisco dayI like to hang by the water around the sunny San Francisco bay, oh yahI'm gonna rock like no one ever told me to stop.Make you a believer I'm a big bad mean mother*****erUhh.Whooow!