Bean Flicker

Written by Douglas Firestein & Gloria Firestein

I see you got your metro pass
Why are you riding in that bus?
Sitting next to all the weirdos
When you could be inside a slut

I’ll bear for you strange fruit
Make your mouth pucker up
When whiff that cooter cheese
You’ll know the game is on

If you show a little class
I’m up for a double team
He can stick the brown-eye
But you gotta flick the bean

Turn off the TV
Put down the clicker
It’s time to turn me on with your bean flicker!

(Flick, flick, flick that bean)
Flick that bean baby!
(Make, make, make me scream)
Make me scream crazy!

I have a soft spot for Mexicans
They can stuff a mean taco
But if you want the sour cream
Gotta do things you don’t want to

So put on your leather suit
Let me see your kiss make-up
It’s time to rock a bunghole
With your seven inch man tongue

If you show a little class
I’m up for a double team
He can stick the brown-eye
But you gotta flick the bean

Turn off the TV
Put down the clicker
It’s time to turn me on with your bean flicker!

(Flick, flick, flick that bean)
Flick that bean baby!
(Make, make, make me scream)
Make me scream crazy!

The bean, the bean
The bean is watching you
Succumb to your desires
Give her a flick or two

Turn off the TV
Put down the clicker
It’s time to turn me on with your bean flicker!

(Flick, flick, flick that bean)
Flick that bean baby!
(Make, make, make me scream)
Make me scream crazy!