Bom Chicka Wah Wah

Bom chicka wah wah...
It's the libido's mantra...
Yeah, it goes bom chicka wah wah...
Mmm, baby, come to mama...

The scent goes up through the nose
Then right into the brain
Attacks the common sense
Who's always super lame

What's that crazy scent?
I cannot concentrate.
Must find a recipe for dinner...
Must get to work, I'm late.

Forget all that stuff, girl.
It's hopeless to resist.
Your libido's in control.
Surrender to the mist.

Bom chicka wah wah...
It's the libido's mantra...
Yeah, it goes bom chicka wah wah...
Mmm, baby, come to mama...

'But I want true love,
Like Romeo and Juliet...'
'Thou doth protest to much
Now go work up a sweat!'

'What if in the morning
There's guilt and there's regret?'
'Better than another night
Watching TV with your pets.'

'But this really isn't right,
I mean what would mother say?'
'She'd say break out those skimpy thongs
And tromp all those clichés.'

Bom chicka wah wah...
It's the libido's mantra...
Yeah, it goes bom chicka wah wah...
Mmm, baby, come to mama...

It invades a woman's mind.
Her limbic region goes insane.
She'll start aching for a man
and acting so profane.

It's a sexual tourette's,
Strange words break out your mouth
We're here to worn all you girls,
There's a monsoon headed south

Bom chicka wah wah...
It's the libido's mantra...
Yeah, it goes bom chicka wah wah...
Mmm, baby, come to mama...

Bom chicka wah wah...

How to explain this sexual feeling
Somehow my panties end up on the ceiling
Even guys we cannot stand have us eating from their hand
If you've got that aroma on, you can have our whole band

Bom chicka wah wah...