Fishboy – Aye Aye Sucka Sucka Lyrics

Aye aye sucka sucka, there goes Christmas
I got nothing great but I don't care
And when my applesauce begins to kill me
Shoot the moon until the astronauts die in the carpet fire

I've got something in my back pocket
And it hurts like pasta
Makes the cats go crazy
Turn your fan on
Shut the windows
Cause the phone is ringing
Sucka sucka aye aye