Текст Ween – Strap On That Jammy Pac

She don’t feed me in the mornin’,
And I can’t take no more!
So strap on that there jammy pac,
And get up off my floor.
Strap on that there jammy pac
And slide a double dime my way.
Dry off your distributor cap,
And hip me to the game you play.
She’s jonesin’ for a jammy
With a girl that I call «Tammy»,
So strap on that there jammy pac,
It’s time for you to pay.

Strap on that there jammy pac.
She hypnotized one dude.
Stains you like a heart attack.
Van Winkle says «Fuck you.»
Never made me no supper.
A boy like me needs it, too!
So strap on that thar jammy pac,
It’s time to pay your due.