Strap On That Jammy Pac - Ween

Strap on that there jammy pac.

Get a grip on your soul.

Sip on that there family flask,

And I’ll guide you towards the door.

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.