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“The band’s friend Brian Barrett was hanging out in the studio wearing a T-shirt that read, ‘Beat me, bite me, whip me, fuck me, cum all over my tits, tell me that you love me, then get the fuck out.’ Deciding that they needed one more song, they invited their older drinking buddy William H. ‘Pappy...
[SPOKEN INTRO]
PAPPY: ...cum all over my tits and tell 'em that you love me, then get the fuck out
UNKNOWN 1: Are we rolling? Are we rolling?
UNKNOWN 2: Happy birthday
UNKNOWN 3: Hey, right here, pal. Hey, right here, pal
PAPPY: RIght on, friends and neighbors
UNKNOWN 1: Ready? Rolling!
UNKNOWN 3: No, wait, wait... Wait...
UNKNOWN 2: Pappy, take a slug, take a slug
UNKNOWN 1: Go!
UNKNOWN 3: This is station AWOL...
PAPPY: Hi, this is station AWOL, coming to you from over the hill at Bob Bar City. I'm gonna sing, "If I Come Back Tonight
Can I Still Keep My Stripes, Or Have I Stayed Away Too Long?"
UNKNOWN 1: Go! Go!
[SONG BEGINS]
(1-2-3-4!)
White lightning, beat me, bite me, whip me, fuck me like the dirty pig that I am
Cum all over my tits and tell 'em that you love me, then get the fuck out
Hey, keep it goin' boys, we're comin' right on back
We're goin' through the other way to fuck me, whip me, bite me, beat me like the dirty dog that I am
And leave me, and then get the fuck out
(Beat me!)
Like the dirty pig that I am
Cum all over my tits and tell 'em that you love me
(Bite me!)
Then get the fuck out
Beat me, bite me, and whip me
Now look out, boys, the big dog gonna move on in
Here's what they call a wildfire, yeah, comin' on
Come on back, boys
Hey, big boy, if you can't run with the big dog, you better stay on the porch
Yeeeeeea-hoo!
Hey, get it, yumpus!
Beat me, bite me, whip me like the dirty dog that I am
Cum all over my tits and tell 'em that you love me, then get the fuck out
Hit that, drummer boy
Beat me, bite me, whip me, fuck me like the dirty pig that I am
Cum all over my tits and tell 'em that you love me and get the fuck out
C'mon
Wolfman Jack's son
(Keep going!)
(Come again!)
Ol' Wolfman, he from the mountain, boy
Then get out, I mean get the fuck out
Love Me was written by Scott “Tulu” Gildersleeve.
Love Me was produced by Bruce Pingree.