Everybody’s Got Something

Everybody they got something that they secretly tried
That they loved and did too much of, freaked and nearly died
They said “Oh, Jesus! Elvis! Help me! Im so twisted inside
I got that secret secret something that I secretly tried.”

Everybody they got something
Hear their heart a-thumpin
Feel their leg humpin’
Blood pumping
More! More! More!
Get your shit together
Meet me by thе river
We can do my secrеt thing
Then we can do yours

Everybody they got something that they secretly love
In solitude they got to do the rubbadee-rub
Ain’t nothing good about the thing they’re always thinking of
Everybody they got something that they secretly love

Everybody they got something that they secretly need
A diseased beast that never sleeps and needs to be freed
It’s one half Chubby Checker. One half centipede
And it twist n’ twist n’ twist until they buckle and bleed

Everybody they got something that they secretly do
That they like to drink or eat or think or suck on or chew
That they like to stick their fingers or stick their tongue into
Everybody they got something that they secretly do

Leg humpin!
Blood pumpin!
Leg humpin!
Blood pumpin!
More! More! More!
We will do whatever
Get your shit together
We can do my secret thing
Then we can do yours