You're 80's rock star cross pervert.
You wanna be my mister-man on go-go juice and talking dirt.
I'll knock you out, you know
I can, coz everybody loves the 8ball.
Yeah, everybody loves the 8ball.

Word spreads like fire in this town.
I gotta put it out with beer.
I can't be good with you around.
I need more vodka, need more beer.
And everybody loves the 8ball.
Slam me up against the back wall.
Sign my breast I'll tattoo it tomorrow.

Won't you come to my party?
I've got something for you.
I've got something for you.

We went to Disko Number 69.
We know the boy who dj's there.
He plays Dick Nasty all the time
He likes the girls with punky hair.
Everybody loves the 8ball.
Slam me up against the back wall.
Sign my breast I'll tattoo it tomorrow.

Won't you come to my party?
I've got something for you.
I've got something for you.

I pushed a beer over to you.
Yeah I pushed a beer over to you and if what you say is true I like you.
Yeah if what you wha-oh-wha-a-oooh.
Yeah I push the blame over to you.
I push the blame over to you and what you do is up to you -yeah, yeah, yeah.
And what you do wha-oh-a-wha-oh-oooohhh.