(lead vocals by Prince)

Yeah, one of 'em yeah, one of them nice breezy motherfuckers

Nigger What you're lookin' for, nigger? Oh hold it, stop
Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on You you

This song is called this song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
It's dedicated to my first wife
Her name is, oh Lord, Cloreen
She's just fat, hit me

Too nasty I said now big dumb, you you Bacon Skin
Just fat, but you know where it's at
I wish you was thin, Cloreen Bacon Skin

Brotch, you can't fuck with that, look out
And the band said and look out, said
Wait a minute, I said Bacon Skin, hit me
Sexy Don't touch noth Don't you touch snare or cymbal
You just tap, good God

I wanna sing to this girl I said baby, wait a minute
When we're all alone, we try to make love
Somebody call you on the phone
I don't know what his name is, but I know I know this is life
But that that's real, baby You're my wife
Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute

Oh good God, I said, wait a minute
Oh, then the band said nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on I said
Once more on the one, come on And the band said
That's alright, that's alright
You old motherfucker, you a senior citizen, look out
You can't fuck with me I'll drive you to the ground
OK Jerome, open the high hat, here we go

Rumbling, rumbling, yes
Keep that pocket, don't get excited, come on
Yeah, come on, said splash Good God
Everybody say Cloreen Bacon Skin
Everybody say you can't fuck with that
Eruption in your face
I'm too sexy, I'm too sexy, sexy one in the place, good God
I'm sexy, lovesexy right down to my feet, good Lord
And I'm sexy, good God
With the bacon meat, pork meat, close the high hat up, come on say

I can smell that shit That's nasty, too nasty
Y'all let me go, look out Good God, nasty bass
Good mutha, eruption in your face Good God, look out I said

Cloreen, I got somethin' for ya
What's the matter, don't you like me?
Am I too old? Splash! Oh shit!
Oh shit

I can't stand it, I can't stand it
Now when I look in the mirror
And I see this ugly face, good God
I just wanna run I wanna run over to your place, yes
I wanna see, good God, someone that's uglier than
I said, I said uglier than me, uglier than me
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Nice and breezy, look out now
I said fellas, what's the word?
I said fellas, what's the word?
Look out, Bacon Skin, come on, splash
What you go'n do with that?
Everybody everybody come on, dance
Everybody come on, dance
We ain't gonna put no more instruments on this Just me and Bacon Skin
Alright, that Cloreen's brother for my drummer, look out
Oh shit, my hat done fell off Oh, somebody gonna see my bald spot?
Good God, I don't care I got Bacon Skin
Bacon Skin on my plate, good God
I want to love ya, Cloreen, why you wanna make me wait?
I wanna get sexy, I said oh Lord, I said I wanna get sexy
Cloreen, come on, get down, come on, splash

Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred
Alfred Alfred, I need you to talk to me son, come on
Alfred come on, Alfred, talk to me now
I wanna I got to hear you say, say Alfred
I can't hear ya, come on, talk to me now
Alfred, come on, talk to me now
Come on, Bacon Skin
Alfred, do you hear me talkin' to ya?
Alfred, don't don't ignore me
Say nigger, say talk to me, come on, come on, talk
What cha need, what cha need?
You wanna you wanna open your hat?
You wanna open your hat? Well open it up, come on, get down
Yes, come on The volcano erupt in your face, good God
Oh Lord, old nasty Alfred, talk to me, Alfred, come on
Oh Lord, I can't stand it Talk to me Alfred, come on
There you go, come on, Lord Alfred
Everybody else come on and dance, good God
Come on, everybody dance Alfred, come on and dance Dance
I can't stand it, I can't stand it, oh dance, oh Lord
Alfred, jump up on the bell, come on, let's go, good God
Good God, oh shit
Old motherfucker say, I wanna say
We gonna take it home, yes he is rumbling, look out
You can't fuck with that shit, yes
Turn it up one time, come on, I said dance
Shit, oh Lord
Look out, I'm outta phase, I can't stand it
I said I wanna see some of the Bacon Skin Cloreen, Cloreen
You can't fuck with that, talk to me Alfred, come on
And the drummer say oh shit, Alfred
Well, where the hand claps at?
Good God, Alfred We done burn the house down
Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on
Say Alfred!

We done burn the house down, we got to go
We done burn it down, we got to go
What cha can you say after that?
Sexy, come on, come on, everybody get sexy

Cloreen, I wanna talk to ya Cloreen, oh Lord
Cloreen, you're the ugliest woman that I've ever seen
I'm not jivin'
Baby, there's one thing the Lord loves and that's the truth
And baby, you one ugly motherfucker
I'm not lyin' to ya
You know the Lord loves the truth, don't ya?
Well, why the hell can't you take a bath?
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Nice and breezy We don't need no instruments
Too funky in here Get sexy Get sexy
Yes, old nasty This funk ain't goin' no place
Cuz it's old, it's old and sexy
Cloreen Bacon Skin

Pound on the floor tom one time, come on Yes
We go'n Wanna go to the jungle one time
We gonna go to the jungle, good God
Go to the jungle one time, good God, said
And the band say one time Good God, band said
Blisters, I got some blisters, good God
All my brothers and sisters, good God
Bacon Skin, good God Everybody come on

Everybody, Bacon Skin
Alfred, we got to get the hell outta here
Oh Lord, let's go over yo, let's let's
Is this where you live Alfred? Is this where you live?
Oh shit, this a nasty place, this is nasty?
Everybody, this is nasty Alfred Mmm, I like it, I like it
We, we can't stay here, we got to go
We got to go Alfred Oh shit, too funky
We got to go Alfred You got any old James Brown records? Huh?
Good God, everybody, Lord

Come on Alfred, pack your shit We got to get the hell outta here
Open the hat one time, put on your hat, come on
Yes, oh shit Put on your hat, good God
Oh Lord, jump up on the bell Alfred, come on, get your coat
Yes! That's a nice coat Alfred How much you pay for that?
That much, huh? Yeah, I like it You're glad I like it, huh?
Yes Oh shit I said oh Lord Put on your boots Alfred, let's go
Ahhh!