Hot p*ss Blues lyrics

The ol' cat bowl is empty and my bladder is dry
I can't urinate and I don't know why
I miss the taste of p*ss on my lips, yes I do
There ain't no doubt about it, I got the hot p*ss blues
The hot p*ss blues, whoa yeah
The hot p*ss blues
I'm gonna have to lick all the p*ss off the bottom of my shoes
There ain't no doubt about it, I got the hot p*ss blues

I drank the leftover brine from the pickle jar
I drank radiator water from my grandpa's car
Bladder is complainin', I got nothin' to do
There ain't no doubt about it, I got the hot p*ss blues
The hot p*ss blues, whoa yeah
The hot p*ss blues
Search my laundry hampеr and you'll find all of the clues
Therе ain't no doubt about it, I got the hot p*ss blues

Oh, the hot p*ss blues, yeah yeah
The hot p*ss blues, whoa yeah
I'm gonna have to lick all the p*ss off the bottom of my shoes
Just to get a little bit of that
(There ain't no doubt about it, I got the)
Oh, a break from my hot p*ss blues
Lemme hear it now
(There ain't no doubt about it)
Hot p*ss blues, yeah
(There ain't no doubt about it)
Whoa, the hot p*ss blues, yeah
(There ain't no doubt about it)
Whoa, the hot p*ss blues, yeah