"Strap On That Jammy Pac" lyrics

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 morning
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 jonesing 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
Get hip to taekwondo
Stings 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 there jammy pac
It's time to pay your due