[Milk] I, always hated hickeys all around my neck But it was feelin pretty good so what, the heck The hickey went on, and I went home I tried to brush it off then I used a comb The comb didn't work it got bigger, and redder Giz said, "Yo Milk man you shouldn'ta let her" But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off I tried lotion but it just got soft The hours went on, and on, and on Man - I wish the hickey was gone But it wasn't, and, my girl was comin over I needed a plan, to try to get over So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man? Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan" He said, "Yo Milk why don't you bust a turtleneck?" I said that's wack but what, the heck I ran to my room but I couldn't find one Then like Star Trek, _The Search_ begun I ran through my house from the bottom to the top I got a bright idea, I'll ask pop I ran to dad, I said, "What's up D? I need a turtleneck, to cover this hickey" He said, "Oh son that just won't work; you'll feel real hot and you'll look like a jerk" I said, "Okay - then what's your advice?" He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice" I said a piece of ice, to put on my neck? It sounds real cold but what, the heck I went into the freezer, and did what he said I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead I put the ice on and I waited, and waited The hickey was gone - it faded, it faded The time was then for my girl to appear At the count of three, what did I hear? One.. {*scratch*}.. two {*scratch*} three It was the bell, as you can tell As I opened the door, my eyes did swell As I, saw somethin I thought I never would see My girl chillin there with a great big hickey I punched her in the mouth her lip I did wreck That's how I felt so what, the heck? What, the heck? (*dub instrumental of entire song repeats, minus Milk vocals*)
[Milk] I, always hated hickeys all around my neck But it was feelin pretty good so what, the heck The hickey went on, and I went home I tried to brush it off then I used a comb The comb didn't work it got bigger, and redder Giz said, "Yo Milk man you shouldn'ta let her" But I did Giz, and now I gotta get it off I tried lotion but it just got soft The hours went on, and on, and on Man - I wish the hickey was gone But it wasn't, and, my girl was comin over I needed a plan, to try to get over So I called King of Chill I said, "What's up man? Got a hickey on my neck, I need a plan" He said, "Yo Milk why don't you bust a turtleneck?" I said that's wack but what, the heck I ran to my room but I couldn't find one Then like Star Trek, _The Search_ begun I ran through my house from the bottom to the top I got a bright idea, I'll ask pop I ran to dad, I said, "What's up D? I need a turtleneck, to cover this hickey" He said, "Oh son that just won't work; you'll feel real hot and you'll look like a jerk" I said, "Okay - then what's your advice?" He said, "Go into the freezer, and get a piece of ice" I said a piece of ice, to put on my neck? It sounds real cold but what, the heck I went into the freezer, and did what he said I hope it would 'ork, or else I'd be dead I put the ice on and I waited, and waited The hickey was gone - it faded, it faded The time was then for my girl to appear At the count of three, what did I hear? One.. {*scratch*}.. two {*scratch*} three It was the bell, as you can tell As I opened the door, my eyes did swell As I, saw somethin I thought I never would see My girl chillin there with a great big hickey I punched her in the mouth her lip I did wreck That's how I felt so what, the heck? What, the heck? (*dub instrumental of entire song repeats, minus Milk vocals*)
