by Bob Schneider



Called the doctor on the telephone

Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone

Called the doctor on the telephone

Said I got the fever, it won't leave me alone

Said doctor is there something you can do

He said not so son, I got it too

Said doctor is there something you can do

He said not so son, I got it too

I think I got it

I think I got it

I think I got it

I got pussy fever



Said you better get your ass on out to LA

Try to find yourself something better there

Spent the night in that hotel

Tried to get me something to make me feel good, feel good

But I think I got it (gimme some)

I think I got it

I think I got it

I got pussy fever (late at night, early in the mornin')



Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup

Slam it jam it down and do I want another what?

Uma Thuma Thurman got the butt now

Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck

Hocus pocus, I can't even focus

Your girl's on my dick like a locust

Pass me the Jagre, put it in my cup

Slam it jam it down and do I want another what?

Uma Thurman got the butt now

Jimmy smoked the crack but I don't give a fuck

Coulda had a V8, instead I had forty

When your girl's on my cock she called ya