Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks
Well, I don't need your thought police
Well, I don't need your saving soul
Well, I don't need your mind control
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I don't need your howling moon
Well, I don't need your happy tune
Well, I don't need your jetting set
Well, I don't need your cigarettes
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
America, its society, it devours its youth
Well, I don't want your O-J juice
Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce
Well, I don't want your flying nun
Well, I don't want your golden gun
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine
Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene
I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo
And I stitch it all together with super glue
(Stop playing around man)
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Rob Zombie - Shake Your Ass-Smoke Your Grass Lyrics
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Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks
Well, I don't need your thought police
Well, I don't need your saving soul
Well, I don't need your mind control
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I don't need your howling moon
Well, I don't need your happy tune
Well, I don't need your jetting set
Well, I don't need your cigarettes
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
America, its society, it devours its youth
Well, I don't want your O-J juice
Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce
Well, I don't want your flying nun
Well, I don't want your golden gun
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine
Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene
I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo
And I stitch it all together with super glue
(Stop playing around man)
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Well, I don't need your thought police
Well, I don't need your saving soul
Well, I don't need your mind control
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I don't need your howling moon
Well, I don't need your happy tune
Well, I don't need your jetting set
Well, I don't need your cigarettes
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
America, its society, it devours its youth
Well, I don't want your O-J juice
Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce
Well, I don't want your flying nun
Well, I don't want your golden gun
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine
Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene
I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo
And I stitch it all together with super glue
(Stop playing around man)
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well everybody
It's time to feel alright
Writer: Christopher Harris, John Lowery, Robert Bartleh Cummings
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.