Infant Sorrow
"The Clap"

We got the clap
You got the clap
We cook the rocks
You took the smack
Ah yeah.

We got the clap
You got the clap
We took the yellow ones
You took the black
Ah huh.

We got the itch
You got the scratch
It burns, burns, burns
Like the head of a match
You take the front
I'll take the back
Ah yeah
We got the clap
We got it.

We got the clap
You got the clap
Wipe my face on the welcome mat
Ah huh.

We got the junk
You got the junk
Shake, shake, shake
Taste the spunk
Ah huh
I said the spunk.

We got the clap
Can't be beat
Got it off the back of a toilet seat
Shake your hips
Mind your feet
Ah yeah
We got the clap
We got the clap
We got it.

We got the itch
You got the scratch
It burns, burns, burns
Like the head of a match
You took the front
We took the back
Ah yeah
Catch my drift
Catch and shoot
Caught it off a buck-tooth prostitute
You took the front
I took the back
We got the clap.

I got the clap
You got the clap
Ah yeah
We got the clap
You got the clap
We got the clap.