Cucci Galore - Kid Rock

Don’t you wanna go down?

Come on, come on, come on

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

Everybody in the hot tub

Everybody want a baby oil back rub

Drinkin' Champagne from your belly button

Lickin' it up like wine

Everybody wanna make it with a playmate

Everybody wanna drive through the front gate

In a jet black Lamborghini

Leopard print fur lined

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

Don’t you wanna go down?

Come on, come on, come on

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

Everybody wearin' edible bikinis

Everybody want a chocolate martini

Naomi Campbell on a polar bear rug

Afternoon delight

Hangin' out with Hef down in the grotto

Heartbreaker farm fresh from Ohio

Prove it to me you’re a natural blonde

Caught a bunny in a lie

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

Don’t you wanna go down?

Come on, come on, come on

What the d’you say?

Go get your clothes

Hell no, you can’t sleep here

Huh, me?

They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam

They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam

They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam

My name is Bobby Shazam

Pamela’s here hangin' with a douchebag

I’m sippin' on a full fifth of Red Stag

Short stories and a couple of vials

Detroit city style!

Don’t you wanna go down?

Come on, come on, come on

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore

My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore