This is Stroke 9's acoustic cover of "The Bad Touch," originally by The Bloodhound Gang. 
This is my first tab, so it might not be perfect.  Feel free to contact me if you have 
corrections - snapdragon1@hotmail.com

The Bad Touch - Stroke 9

Intro:
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Sweat baby, sweat baby, sex is a Texas drought
You and me do the kinds of things only Prince would sing about
So put your hands down my pants, I bet you?ll feel nuts
Yeah I?m Siskel, yes I?m Ebert, and you?re getting two thumbs up
You?ve had enough of two-hand touch, you want it rough, you?re out of bounds
I want you smothered, want you covered like my waffle house hash browns
Come quicker than Fed-Ex, never reach an apex, Coca-Cola stock
You are inclined to make me rise an hour early just like daylight savings time

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You and me baby aint nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
You and me baby aint nothin? but mammals
So let?s do it like they do on the Discovery Channel

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Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna go down in your south seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean meets small craft advisories
So if I capsize on your thighs, high tide, B-5, you sunk my battleship
Please turn me on, I?m Mr. Coffee with an automatic drip
So show me yours, I?ll show you mine, tool time, you'll Lovett just like Lyle
We can do it doggy-style so we can both watch X-Files

Chorus

Get horny now

Post-Chorus Riff (x3)

Chorus