O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough Of That Sticky)

Tell me you love me, I think about it every day. Addicted to the sweet sticky stuff That makes a man a slave.

I just need another hit, just another sip From that bright black [?] pump. Keep your drink dough and drugs, There's only one kinda 'crude' that I love.

(O.I.L.) Can't get enough of that sticky stuff [x4]

Yeah I would kill for the thrill And I regularly do. Popping bottles of black bubbles baby, You gotta do what you gotta do.

I just need another hit, just another sip From that bright black [?] pump. And if you stop me having more, Then I tell you there'll be war.

(O.I.L.) Can't get enough of that sticky stuff [x4]

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky Make a kind man wanna be rough.

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky Make the gentle wanna be tough.

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky Make a good girl wanna be bad.

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky Drive sane folks totally... mad.

(O.I.L.) (O.I.L.)

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky Make a kind man wanna be rough. [fade]