Mope (The Pet Shop Boys Remix)

[Intro: Jimmy Pop]

No, Pac-Man, drugs are bad!

[Verse 1: Jimmy Pop]

Tried to O.D. on the Cold-Eeze

Golden Girls got me sweatin' to the oldies

Hanging out like double-Ds, sip Long Island Iced Teas

Wrote to Mayor McCheese, "Send a Shamrock Shake, please!"

Three o' clock on the dot, time to cruise for eighth graders

Rather tape the Weather Channel so that I can watch it later

Reruns of Rerun! So, what's happening?

Dee's knocked up and Rog's on crack again

Deepthroat a whole Nutty Buddy

Make whoopie to a batch of Silly Putty

Made a Spam and Colgate sandwich and ate it

Go through National Geographic and draw panties on the natives

So I like to dance naked in front of my pets

But my cat was inattentive, so I sent him UPS

Playing spin the bottle with my mom

I watch COPS with no pants on

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop, Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood]

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on

Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong

Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes

Deader than the parents on A Party of Five

Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill

Not going nowhere, slim chance we will

Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood

Dick around like Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Huah!)

[Chorus: Jimmy Pop, Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood]

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum (Huah!)

When you wanna cum

[Verse 2: Jimmy Pop]

Nowhere to go, I can't wake up late

Just sit around and wait for my Old Spice to activate

Stalemate jail-bait in my so-called-life imprisonment

Amazing what a good breakfast pickles make, isn't it?

I like to pretend I'm speed reading

Never lose the sight of the thrill of sneezing

Don't need a shower today, just some Brut by Faberge

Smell the ass of my jeans--clean, they'll do another day

And I recycle; I sniff my own farts

I dial the wrong number, hope a conversation starts

I mean, I might as well be listening to Journey

Givin' myself a mullet, hook the Flowbee to the Kirby

Make a prank call pretending I'm a mime

Get stuck in traffic just to pass the time

Sent a letter in the mail, in Braille, to Jonny Quest

"Send me back my Etch-A-Sketch!"

[Pre-Chorus: Jimmy Pop, Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood]

Must've blown a fuse, nothing's going on

Lamer than the Pope, climb the walls like King Kong

Buggin' out like Tori Spelling's eyes

Deader than the parents on A Party of Five

Luciano Pavarotti on a treadmill

Not going nowhere, slim chance we will

Less hip than Bo Jackson, bored like wood

Dick around like Frankie Goes To Hollywood (Huah!)

[Post-Chorus: Jimmy Pop & Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood]

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums (Huah!)

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

I'm mighty tighty whitey and I'm smugglin' plums

When you wanna cum

[Outro: Jimmy Pop & Holly Johnson of Frankie Goes to Hollywood]

Huah, Huah, Huah, Huah!

Dick around, dick around, dick around (When you wanna cum)

Dick around, dick around, dick around (Huah!)

Dick around, dick around, dick around (When you wanna cum, Huah!)

Dick around, dick around, dick around (Huah!)

When you wanna cum