Chooch's Bitch - The Pietasters

She was in my hair, she was everywhere

Every time I looked at her she loaded up

Went into my room, it was like a tomb

She picked the lock and then she took all my stuff

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on

Shootin' hoops out loud, then you broke your mouth

Cryin' 'bout the ankle that you twisted once

Now you’re back again, yeah my burnin' friend

Talkin' 'bout some tanks for a hundred bucks

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on

Come into my house, yeah, knock yourself out

Every time I look at him he loads it up

Kick it once again, carpet stinks like sin

But you bite the hand that likes to feed you now

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on…

Choo, Choo, Choochie come on and bring your bitch along