Lyrics:
Mister, I asked him for a hanky, he asked if he could spank me
So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide
his bed pan and his hanky
He is terminally cranky
(Though no doctor around's
Found a thing that's wrong with him)
But how I do go on! I try to keep it
without her
(Holy water)
With her hanky in her hand
(Holy water)
So you don't ever want for anything
(Holy water)
If my grandmother ever sees the internet
splitting bills, that's trampy
All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy
I'm just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly, all my girls is fancy
In
(Let's do it, get to it)
Damn, I'm feelin frisky
Come and sit down wit me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky
Tell me bout your
[Verse 1]
Down here Memphis no hanky panky
And we ride whips on twanky twanky's
Thugged out club scene dranky dranky
That cristy cristy til' we
watching through the binoculars.
Thing-fish: (contd.)
Makin' matters woise, de italian dat be ownin' yo' nativity bungalow been wondrin' 'bouts de hanky an'
hoochie-coo
'cause I like messin'round
I like mess around with you
I like the hanky-panky
I like the boogaloo
But what I like to do the best
Is
white lace hanky marked the text that she would use
She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell
She had a guitar picker by the name
can get your fender bent
I treat girls just like pastry
Mmmm tasty!
Very kinky when it comes to hanky panky
A well known player, but not for
to face
Chorus
and so it's adios, adios
my little darlin
keep that hanky that I gave you when you cry
there are things that trouble me
and I'm sure that
Smirnoffs with his shirt off
Martinis keep it neat, I need the dirt off
Hanky-Panky, he wanna spank me
Mojito, he a freak though
Old fashioned, now he
On her knees to please as she red, white and blew it
Hanky Panky, she said, "Hurt me, spank me!"
Tattoo on her ass that read "Damn, Dirty Yankee"
We
(Let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby (Let's do it, get to it)
Damn, I'm feelin' frisky
Come and sit down wit me
Converse about hanky
Now it's love that makes this world go round
'Cause we all love hanky-panky (Do ya)
Keep one eye on an Englishman
But you'd better keep two
their hankies from the
High-windowed palace
Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses
And we search high and low without
Mercy or malice
While
And it isn't hanky-panky.
I have read, somewhere in a book,
They improve all your food and your wine.
It's said that everything you grow in your
And it isn't hanky-panky
I had read
Somewhere in a book, they improve all your food and your wine
It said, that everything you grow in your garden
their hankies from the
High-windowed palace
Sending grief and joy down in supportable doses
And we search high and low without
Mercy or malice
While
They stood around the kettle and watched as it brewed
Sneezing into hankies hands all blue
The next evening he came around to the house
With a bunch
And beg for mercy and face the bitter truth.
"Well honey, me and the boys played cards all night,
"There wasn't no hanky panky, not a woman in sight.
the blanket, man
You old news
I'm from the place where kids'll shank
You for some cold shoes
Half out the pocket with the
Hanky on the boat cruise, it's me
making me blue
Last night was the last time, I'll cry for you
Seven hankies blue I filled with my tears
Seven letters too I filled with my fears
making me blue
Last night was the last time, I'll cry for you
Seven hankies blue I filled with my tears
Seven letters too I filled with my fears
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