Kid Rock - Cucci Galore Lyrics
Don’t you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreEverybody ***** in the hot tubEverybody want a baby oil back rubDrinkin’ Champagne from your belly buttonLickin’ it up like wineEverybody wanna make it with a playmateEverybody wanna drive through the front gateIn a jet black LamborghiniLeopard print fur linedMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreDon’t you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreEverybody wearin’ edible bikinisEverybody want a chocolate martiniNaomi Campbell on a polar bear rugAfternoon delightHangin’ out with Hef down in the grottoHeartbreaker farm fresh from OhioProve it to me you’re a natural blondeCaught a bunny in a lieMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreDon’t you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onWhat the ***** d’you say?*****, go get your clothesHell no, you can’t sleep hereHuh, me?They call me Bobby, Bobby ShazamThey call me Bobby, Bobby ShazamThey call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam*****, my name is Bobby ShazamPamela’s here hangin’ with a douchebagI’m sippin’ on a full fifth of Red StagShort stories and a couple of vialsDetroit city style!!Don’t you wanna go down?Come on, come on, come onMy name’s Cucci, Cucci GaloreMy name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore
