I Can't Help Myself

I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself

I am the doughnut that you hold up
And I never sold up in a pie
The hoot boot's so fly
I always try to beat the rest to impress
I put my tongue in my trouser press
I got the toots baby you got the fruits
Fruit got the loot lady you got the boots
Don't be a mook don't get the spook
Don't be a cry baby I only said maybe
Shmoozin I was pressuing when like a catapult
I did a summersault
Going down the lazy river

Three fingers deliver
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
The reverb you just heard is resounding in the surrounding area
It's getting scarier I've got the amp damp mangled
Got my tingle let me see what I can wangle
In the bermuda triangle
Gravity will be the death of me
Terminal velocity follow the follow the vaper
One hundred purcent proof caper
Burst the barricades but don't drink the lemonade
Martinis by beeard man an artizan down at the can can
And oh yes he can can fat
Fredies cat in seven lead boots whiskey for the whiskers the shot sure shoots
She sells sea shells sea shells on the sea shore
Is it true what mummy said you can't come back no more

Oh no no no no singing a song about nothing
Talk through my belly button
At the inn of seventh happiness more or less
I found you on the floor saying more more more
Peel back the skin sonar beats like quaver
Small bananas selected for flavour
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I can't help myself