Van Halen - Spanked Lyrics
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Spanked
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What Are The Lyrics For Spanked By Van Halen?
Hey, I'm all feet up, watchin' TV
Someplace to feast my eyes, oh Well, I've always tripped on commercials, yeah, yeah This one blew my mind, oh, uh, hey Tell me, who ya gonna call When you need that affection? You got to have it quick (got to have it quick) Well, just a-hang your love line In her direction, whoa All you bad, bad boys Call her up on the spank line, uh Yeah, all you bad, bad boys Call her up on the spank line, uh, whoa, oh Three dollars, first minute, gosh, man After that, cost ya four And she be up for negotiations, mmm-hmm If you call back for mo', oh oh oh ah Now who ya gonna call When you need that special (special) Little somethin', mmm You can say what you like It's all confidential, whoa (All you bad, bad boys) Call her up on the spank line, huh (All you bad, bad boys) Call her up on the spank line, whoa Hey (All you bad, bad boys) Make a mind blow (All you bad, bad boys) Dial 1-900-spanked (All you bad, bad boys) Call her up on the spank line, uh, hey (All you bad, bad boys) Call her up on the spank line, uh (All you bad, bad boys) Yeah, it's a spank line, ha, ha, ha, ha, woo (All you bad, bad boys) Just, call her up, ha, call her up 1-900-spanked (all you bad, bad boys) 1-900-spanked you bad, bad, bad, boys (All you bad, bad boys) just call her up It's a spank line, yeah, oh, ow |
Who Wrote Spanked By Van Halen?
Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Sammy Hagar, Michael Anthony
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