right hand-a-rama

i'm taking a ride to the liquor store, i'm looking for a beer and a little bit more, i'm gonna spend all the money she had, on a nude girl in a dirty old magazine, 50 cents cheaper than the real thing, even though it may be a little bit disgusting, can't call a bitch and it ain't got no drama, it's called a new sensation called the right hand-a-rama, i don't know why, i don't know why, it sure feels good, most every time, alright, pamela and her five sisters, are giving me a bad case of nasty blisters, a third degree burn going straight to my head, i guess my pipes are a little bit rusted, close encounters of the strangest kind, i got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time, it didn't work out the way it was planned, all i got now is a beer in my hand, i don't know why, i don't know why, it sure feels good, most every time, i'll tell you why, alright