Tom Green My Bum Is On Ya Lips Lyrics

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips, and if you don't like it you can suck my d___.
I used to dress like superman, go downtown, run around like an a__hole, f___in' around.
I met a man on the street he was 60 years old, he wanted to fight so he punched me in the nose.
Cause I asked him where he's going, he said "None of your business."
Snapped my mic in two, I said "What is this?"

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips, I humped a dead moose on MTV for kicks,
to make people freak out, suckers react, Eminem talk about it in my favourite rap.
I used to wake up my parents, then Bam stole it, people diggin' in my bag of tricks now they golden.
I wouldn't be surprised if Johnny starts to rap but he'll do it in style in a Von Dutch hat.

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
And if ya get lucky you can suck my d___, that's right
My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
and if you don't like it you can suck my d___.

I used to fall down on crutches, see what would happen. Swam in the ocean with sharks,
now I'm rappin'. Executives they gravitate through the biz, and if you don't like it then you're shot like j__z.
So pay attention to the back(?) smile and shake, and try to do something clever for goodness sake.
Like do aerobics with a bunch of old ladies, or wear pink tights like it is the 1980s.
Okay, not so clever but good for a laugh, I got stuck in handcuffs a couple times in the past.
I open up a bank account, and now it's full, I guess the critics and the media can save the bull.

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips, I used to act funny and talk a lot of s___.
Then I moved to Hollywood, and got conservative, I didn't wanna p___ anyone off in the biz.
The media can chew ya up like a machine, but weebles wabble and they don't fall down, know what I mean?
I used to have cancer, I just beat it, wanna try and take me out? You'll be defeated.
I like to do things that have never been done, so if I look kinda strange that's the reason.

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
And if you don't like it, I think I'll take a s___
My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
and if you don't like it, you can suck my d___.

Okay, I went to j__an, put a monkey in my van. Kicked off the subway, by Charlie Chan.
A pocket full of chicken feed, for the chickens. Sat in my hotel read some Chuck d___ens.
Then I came back to the USA, I had a quickie rubber stamped divorce to celebrate.
I took a s___ in the toilet, then I took a drink, then I stopped worryin' about what ya'll think.
I put my face on the TV acting like a Jackass, you're Kurt Russel, huh, you're in my Backdraft.
I'm glad you followed in my steps with that actress(?).
Not only did you bite me, but now no one knows who's whackest.

My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
And if you don't like it, I think I'll take a s___
My b__ is on ya lips, my b__ is on ya lips,
and if you don't like it, you can suck my d___.