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 mornin',
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 jonesin' 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.
She hypnotized one dude.
Stains you like a heart attack.
Van Winkle says "f**k you."
Never made me no supper.
A boy like me needs it, too!
So strap on that thar jammy pac,
It's time to pay your due.

Ween - The Pod

Feb 1995

1. Strap On That Jammy pac
2. Dr. Rock
3. Frank
4. Sorry Charlie
5. The Stallion (Pt. 1)
6. Pollo Asado
7. Right To The Ways And The Rules Of The World
8. Captain Fantasy
9. Demon Sweat
10. Molly
11. Can U Taste The Waste?
12. Don't Sweat It
13. Awesome Sound
14. Laura
15. Boing
16. Mononudeosis
17. Oh My dear (Falling in Love)
18. Sketches Of Winkle
19. Alone
20. Moving away
21. She F**ks Me
22. Pork Roll Egg And Cheese