Right Hand-a-rama

I'm taking a ride to the liquor store I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more I'm gonna spend all the money she had On a nude girl in a dirty old magazine 50 cents cheaper than the real thing Even though it may be a little bit disgusting Can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama It's called a new sensation Called 'The Right Hand-A-Rama' I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time Alright Pamela and her five sisters Are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters A third degree burn going straight to my head I guess my pipes are a little bit rusted Close encounters of the strangest kind I got the heebee jeebes for the hundredth time It didn't work out the way it was planned All I got now is a beer in my hand I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I don't know why, I don't know why It sure feels good most every time I'll tell you why Alright