Smack My Bitch Up

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

I said, change my pitch up, smack my bitch upThank you ladies and gentlemen

I'd like to introduce a little thing I like to call, the band

Let's start with the man behind the piano

He's a maestro, a master, a man of many melodies

Including the melody who's the hostess of the Daily GrillIf you lose your keys, he can find them

He's a Prodigy, as in psychosomatic addict insane

He's sitting on his stool, Bobby Ricotta

Thank you, BobbyAnd now on bass, he's high-strung

He's a stand-up guy, he's in an upright and locked position

He knows the basic programming language

He's the low man on the totem pole

He's Deep Gordon Brie

Danke, GordonAnd now on drums, on skins, on the trap-set

The cocktail kit, the thing you that you hit with the thingies

He's a slick click to pick with a stick

He's back with another one of them Block Rockin' Beats

His middle name is TomHe's cymbalic, we're talking 'brush with greatness'

He likes to bang the drum slowly if you know what I mean

And I think you do, am I right people?

Mr. Buddy GoudaChange my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up, smack, bitch, up

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoaChange my pitch up, smack my bitch up

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up

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