Words: C. Hutchins

Music: M. Hutchins

 

Bugs taste like liquorice

Lizards taste like chicken

I tell you baby

You’re finger lickin’

Mister Blister!

 

What this means I really don’t know

But it sounds provocative, don’t you think so?

The bass player said we need a gong about sex

This popped into my head and it hasn’t left me yet

 

Bugs taste like liquorice

Lizards taste like chicken

I tell you baby

You’re finger lickin’

Mister Blister!

 

Is it nasty or just sounds like it is?

No real impact like pump, hump, blow or jizz

Just a bunch of words if you string together right

Become featured T & A on Entertainment Tonight

 

-solo-

 

Bugs taste like liquorice

Lizards taste like chicken

I tell you baby

You’re finger lickin’

Mister Blister!

 

Maybe we’ll get lucky and be banned in 50 states

And need a truck to haul the money this thing makes

A bunch of nonsense if you think you will find

Cooking up in the back or our dirty little minds

 

Bugs taste like liquorice

Lizards taste like chicken

I tell you baby

You’re finger lickin’

Mister Blister!

Mister Blister!

Mister Blister!

Mister Blister!