Album: Weezer (Green Album) Year: 2001 Track 3 Lyrics I can't help my feelings; I'll go out of my mind. These players come to get me 'Cause they'd like my behind. I can't love my business, If I can't get a trick. Down on Santa Monica, Where tricks are for kids. Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You've got your problems; (Oh.) I've got my ass wide I can't help my boogies; They get out of control. I know that you don't care But I want you to know. The knee-stocking flavor Is a favorite treat Of men that don't bother With the taste of a teat. Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You've got your problems; (Oh.) I've got my ass wide (Oh.) You've got your big G's; I've got my hash pipe. i've got my hash pipe Oh, come on and kick me. Oh, come on and kick me. (Oh.) Come on and kick me. (Oh.) You've got your problems; (Oh.) I've got my ass wide. (Oh.) You've got your big G's; I've got my hash pipe. I've got my hash pipe. I've got my hash pipe. I've got my hash pipe.