a bonofatigue remedy in three verses...

hold me kick me kill me spill me
you know the car is idling
and wenches are for tarts
you're a big wad of cash
you're a star
don't be shy
please tell me to cry
hold me kick me kill me spill me
oh oh
duh duh duh dadadah
weinerweiner...
once you find your underwear
go down on your knees
tell me why you're crying
grab your crucifix
you don't have to be mine love
hold me kick me kill me spill me
you don't know how you shook it
when you been stealin' headlights
you're a star
pressin' records with your sister
you don't know what you're cooking
baby you're a car
oh think of the sky
you'll have to go die
hold me kick me kill me spill me