I’ve been blending, I’ve been blending,
I get feisty when that fabric get into me.
I’ve been trending, I’ve been trending,
Why can’t I keep my fingers in ‘em, baby?
I want ‘em, na na.
Why can’t I keep my fingers in ‘em, baby?
I want ‘em, na na.

Kevlar’s so nice, Kevlar’s so nice,
Feelin’ like a hand grenade,
I thought my drink was lemonade.
Black-and-whites, black-and-whites,
They got me runnin’, runnin’, runnin’.
Baby, I’m wanted, na na.
Can’t pry my hands from this Uzi.
Baby, I want ‘em, na na.
Drunk on gloves, I want ‘em.

I woke up in an alley saying,
“How in hell did this crap happen?”
Oh baby, drunk on gloves I was all night.
Last thing I remember is my
Beautiful psyche taking me to Studio.
Drunk on gloves.

I was all night, gloves, gloves.
I was all night, gloves, gloves.

I was all night, but some things weren’t all right.
Some complaints with the bouncers, prepubescent they were acting.
I was drinkin’, walkin’ in like Sammy Hagar.
Was jumpin’ on it, jump-jumpin’ on it, Sugarhill, call an Apache.
I was drinkin’, get my facts straight,
Ah-nold and I, we terminate.
Genesis, Turn It On Again, Sonic the Hedgehog,
I was drinkin’, was Rollin’ in the Deep like Titanic.
Then I head out for a Popeye’s, I’m so Hungry Like the Wolf,
The Wolf, The Wolf.
Groening like the Matt, Groening, Groening like the Matt.
I’m swervin’ like a, swervin’, swervin’ like a C-body Dodge.
Surfin’ US, eh? Surfin’ this Safari.

I woke up in an alley saying,
“How in hell did this crap happen?”
Oh baby, drunk on gloves I was all night.
Last thing I remember is my
Beautiful psyche taking me to Studio.
Drunk on gloves.

I was all night, gloves, gloves.
I was all night, gloves, gloves.

Hold up!
That DuPont is the stuff that I do put on myself,
That I do put on myself, that I do put on myself.
Hold up, Stumblin’ In like Chris,
Suzi back up in the mix.
I’m playin’ My Summer Car,
Beatles said, “Yes, I’m gonna be a star.”
Trashmen said, “Don’t you know ‘bout The Bird?
Everybody knows that The Bird is the Word.”
Lucky like Clint Eastwood,
Know I be slingin’ that Smith, uh.
Tempest in a Teacup, Truckin’ like I’m Grateful,
Dead like Milkmen, beratin’ fools.
Ain’t got the time for no Mike Posner.
On sight, Golgo 13 is right
On the money, he don’t laugh, ain’t a damn thing funny.
I’m Gabe Newell, knew it, baby, yeah, I do play,
Windows 8 ain’t here to stay.
Said, Windows 8 ain’t here to stay.
It’s nice for me to reach these heights,
I need a G3 for firefights.
Sleep tight, T. Rex again in the morning,
And Supernaut is my breakfast.
I’ll go again; I be all night.

I was all night, gloves, gloves.
I was all night, gloves, gloves.

Four wheel drive, four wheel drive,
I can blend in, that’s the reason why
I was Born to Be Alive, Be Alive.
Didn’t mean to drink those gloves up, and that’s no jive.
I’ve been snortin’ watermelons.
I got some bodies to hide
Baby, don’t want ‘em, na na.
Can’t pry my hands from this Uzi.
Baby, I’m wanted, na na.

I was all night, gloves, gloves.
I was all night, gloves, gloves.