Biografía:
The Bloodhound Gang es una banda estadounidense de música alternativa, con influencias del nu metal, hip hop y post-punk. La base de sus canciones es, principalmente, el humor. Fue fundada en Quakertown, Pennsylvania, en 1992 por su líder, Jimmy Pop.
1995 - Use Your Fingers - Columbia Records
1996 - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Republic Records
1999 - Hooray for Boobies - Interscope Records
2005 - Hefty Fine - Geffen
2010 - Show Us Your Hits
www.bloodhoundgang.com
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Otras canciones:
- Fire Water Burn
- Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
- The Bad Touch
- The Roof Is On Fire
- Three Point One Four
- Uhn Tiss
- Vagina Song
- Bad Touch
- A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying
- Along Comes Mary
- Altogether Ooky
- American Bitches
- Clean Up In Aisle Sexy
- Dimes
- I Hope You Die
- I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks
- Im The Least You Could Do
- Jackass
- Magna Cum Nada
- My Dad Says Thats For Pussies
- Pennsylvania
- Ralph Wiggum
- Right Turn Clyde
- Screwing You On The Beach At Night
- Socially Awkward Penguin
- Something Diabolical
- The Ballad Of Chasey Lain
- Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss Uhn Tiss
- Uncool As Me
- Your Only Friends Are Make Believe
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
G D C C
Raise your hand if you like American bitches
G D
Locked in girl on girl kisses
C Am
Well, I do
G D C C
You're just mad you can't score American bitches
G D
So you're blowing up shit, which
C Am
Just goes to prove
C Am G D
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
C Am G D
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
What kind of a man sits Indian style?
[Chorus]
G D C
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Am
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
G D C
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Am Em Em
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
[Verse 2]
Trust me holmes, you would kill for American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who-hoo
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
C
Come to Infidelphia
Am
And fall in love with the unholy
G D
My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
[Bridge]
C
Just
Am
Don't bring up
G
What that club
D
You belong to does...
D
Dungeons & Dragons
[Chorus]
[Outro]
G D C
Where I come from bras are booby traps
Am x4
And soft targets have a bikini wax
G D C C
Raise your hand if you like American bitches
G D
Locked in girl on girl kisses
C Am
Well, I do
G D C C
You're just mad you can't score American bitches
G D
So you're blowing up shit, which
C Am
Just goes to prove
C Am G D
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
C Am G D
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
D
What kind of a man sits Indian style?
[Chorus]
G D C
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Am
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
G D C
Camping with your bros, as your playoff beard grows
Am Em Em
Ain't gonna get your wack ass laid
[Verse 2]
Trust me holmes, you would kill for American bitches
And the freedom of tits if
You only knew, who-hoo
That eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
Yes, eighteen year old bombs are dynamite
(What kind of a man sits Indian style?)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
C
Come to Infidelphia
Am
And fall in love with the unholy
G D
My boy knows this stripper that looks just like Angelina Jolie
[Bridge]
C
Just
Am
Don't bring up
G
What that club
D
You belong to does...
D
Dungeons & Dragons
[Chorus]
[Outro]
G D C
Where I come from bras are booby traps
Am x4
And soft targets have a bikini wax
Blue Diamonds
Blue Foundation
Blue Kid
Blue Mink
Blue October