Ween - 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 "Fuck 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 Lyrics Strap On That Jammy Pac Lyrics