"Get over here, Zeb! I need ya for this one!" "That there's Stripes, Rawhide..., on the Hurdy-Gurdy!" "He's pretty bashful, but he's a fuckin' quick learner! This is..." "Whiskey... and Wild Things!!!!!" [Verse 1] I’m drowning in whiskey, baby, it’s dripping down my pants, I'm a Spotted hyena, you don’t stand a chance. Your stripes are a blur as I drag you down low, I own the night now, let the wild things grow. [Pre-Chorus] You’re sweating in the dark, hooves grinding the floor, Bashful little zebra, I’ll make you beg for more. Fur soaked in liquor, and I'm too far gone, Fuckin' tear you apart 'til the dawn comes on. [Chorus] Whiskey and wild things, baby, that’s how we roll Hooves on my back but I'm in control. Torn denim pressed Against your striped chest, I’ll make you bray, zebra, I'll make you fuckin' bray!!! [Verse 2] Your hooves strike like thunder, baby, but still you can’t run, The beast in your head, fight or flight or fun. Claws through your stripes, teeth sunk deep in your flank, When I taste you, zebra, my mind goes blank. [Pre-Chorus] I’m spilling the whiskey, I’m losing my brain, Bashful little zebra, you'll have to take the fuckin' reins. In your stripes soaked, I smell the hunt in you, I’ll strip you bare, fuckin' make you see it through. [Chorus] Whiskey and wild things, baby, that’s how we fuckin' roll! Hooves on my back but fuckin' in control. Torn denim pressed Against your striped chest, I’ll make you bray, zebra, I'll make you fuckin' brayyyy!!!!! [Bridge] I’m the hyena you can't fuckin' outrun, In the sheets, in the dark, until the morning sun. The whiskey’s soaked in, fuckin' smell of the hunt, Claws or hooves, zebra, which one do you want? [Verse 3] Now I'm fuckin' drunk off your musk, baby, I'm feeling all your weight, Who's the fuckin' hyena? It's never too late. Stripes amongst spots, as you fuckin' drag me down low, Fuckin' prey in your grip, please never let go. [Chorus] Whiskey and wild things, baby, that’s how you claim me— Claws curling deep while you ride me untamed. Spots slick with sweat 'Gainst your striped silhouette, You make me howl, zebra— You fuckin' make me obey. "Hoo-wee! I better go pour some fuckin' ice down my shorts!" "Ha ha, Stripes, they liked the gnomes, so why don't you do your leprechaun song?"
