Cucci Galore (Kid Rock)

Don’t you wanna go down? Come on, come on, come on My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore Everybody naked in the hot tub Everybody want a baby oil back rub Drinkin’ Champagne from your belly button Lickin’ it up like wine Everybody wanna make it with a playmate Everybody wanna drive through the front gate In a jet black Lamborghini Leopard print fur lined My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore Don’t you wanna go down? Come on, come on, come on My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore Everybody wearin’ edible bikinis Everybody want a chocolate martini Naomi Campbell on a polar bear rug Afternoon delight Hangin’ out with Hef down in the grotto Heartbreaker farm fresh from Ohio Prove it to me you’re a natural blonde Caught a bunny in a lie My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore Don’t you wanna go down? Come on, come on, come on What the fuck d’you say? Bitch, go get your clothes Hell no, you can’t sleep here Huh, me? They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam They call me Bobby, Bobby Shazam Bitch, my name is Bobby Shazam Pamela’s here hangin’ with a douchebag I’m sippin’ on a full fifth of Red Stag Short stories and a couple of vials Detroit city style!! Don’t you wanna go down? Come on, come on, come on My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore My name’s Cucci, Cucci Galore