Biografía:
The Lonely Island es un trío de cómicos estadounidenses formado por Akiva Schaffer, Jorma Taccone, y Andy Samberg (aka The Dudes). El grupo se formó originalmente en Berkeley, California en el año 2001, pero actualmente residen en New York City. Ellos escriben, producen y colaboran en los “SNL Digital Shorts” del programa estadounidense Saturday Night Live (Samberg figura como miembro del cast, mientras que taccone y Schaffer son guionistas).
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Otras canciones:
- I Just Had Sex
- I Just Had Sex (feat. Akon)
- I'm On A Boat
- Jack Sparrow
- Ji$@ In My Pants
- The Creep
- Yolo (feat. Adam Levine)
- 3
- Boombox
- Cool Guys Dont Look At Explosions
- Dick In A Box
- Finest Girl Bin Laden Song
- Hugs
- Im On A Boat
- Incredible Thoughts
- Jizz In My Pants
- Like A Boss
- Metaphor
- Mona Lisa
- Mother Lover
- Rocky
- Sax Man
- Spring Break Anthem
- Yolo
¡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!
F#m
Lock eyes from across the room
F#5
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
F#5
Take your hands, skip the names
F#5
No need here for the silly games
F#5
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
F#5
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
F#5
Move in close as the lasers fly
F#5
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
(as above)
Leave this place go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
The whole night what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
D5 C#5 F#5
And I jizz in my pants
F#5
This really never happens you can take my word
F#5
I won't apologize
F#5
That's just absurd
F#5
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
D5 C#5 F#5
And now I jizz in my pants
(as above)
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault
You were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive
Some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken, not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never thought that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked cash or credit
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal
Nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup
On aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I jizzed in my pants
To be fair
You were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans makes me
Bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing
I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang
And I jizzed in my pants
Speeding in the street, when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day
My alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open my window and a breeze rolls in
And I jizz in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
I jizzed in my pants
I just ate a grape
And I jizzed in my pants
I went to. . .
Ok seriously you guys, can we. . . . ok?
I jizz right in my pants
Every time you're next to me
And when we're holdin hands
Its like havin sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cuz I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants (x3))
Yes I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
Lock eyes from across the room
F#5
Down my drink while the rhythms boom
F#5
Take your hands, skip the names
F#5
No need here for the silly games
F#5
Make our way through the smoke and crowd
F#5
The club is the sky and I'm on your cloud
F#5
Move in close as the lasers fly
F#5
Our bodies touch and the angels cry
(as above)
Leave this place go back to yours
Our lips first touch outside your doors
The whole night what we've got in store
Whisper in my ear that you want some more
D5 C#5 F#5
And I jizz in my pants
F#5
This really never happens you can take my word
F#5
I won't apologize
F#5
That's just absurd
F#5
Mainly your fault for the way that you dance
D5 C#5 F#5
And now I jizz in my pants
(as above)
Don't tell your friends or I'll say you're a slut
Plus it's your fault
You were rubbing my butt
I'm very sensitive
Some would say that's a plus
Now I'll go home and change
I need a few things from the grocery
Do things alone now mostly
Left me heartbroken, not lookin' for love
Surprise in my eyes when I looked above
The checkout counter and I saw her face
My heart stood still so did time and space
Never thought that I could feel real again
But the look in her eyes said I need a friend
She turned to me that's when she said it
Looked me dead in the face, asked cash or credit
And I jizzed in my pants
It's perfectly normal
Nothing wrong with me
But we're going to need a cleanup
On aisle 3
And now I'm posed in an awkward stance
Because I jizzed in my pants
To be fair
You were flirting a lot
Plus the way you bag cans makes me
Bothered and hot
Please stop acting like you're not impressed
One more thing
I'm gonna pay by check
Last week, I saw a film
As I recall it was a horror film
Walked outside into the rain
Checked my phone and saw you rang
And I jizzed in my pants
Speeding in the street, when the red lights flash
Need to get away, need to make a dash
A song comes on that reminds me of you
And I jizz in my pants
The next day
My alarm goes off
And I jizz in my pants
Open my window and a breeze rolls in
And I jizz in my pants
When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense
I jizzed in my pants
I just ate a grape
And I jizzed in my pants
I went to. . .
Ok seriously you guys, can we. . . . ok?
I jizz right in my pants
Every time you're next to me
And when we're holdin hands
Its like havin sex with me
You say I'm premature
I just call it ecstasy
I wear a rubber at all times
Its a necessity
Cuz I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants (x3))
Yes I jizz in my pants
(I jizz in my pants, I jizz in my pants)
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