Well, they’ll grope ya when you’re trying to be so good
They’ll grope ya just a-like you knew they would
They’ll grope ya when you’re tryin’ to go home
Then they’ll grope ya when they think you’re all alone
But I would not sit around and mope
Everybody must get groped.
Well, they’ll grope ya when you’re walkin’ ‘long the street
They’ll grope ya when you’re sittin’ in your seat
They’ll grope ya when you’re standin’ on the floor
They’ll grope ya when you’re walkin’ out the door
But I would not sit around and mope
Everybody must get groped.
They’ll grope ya when it’s night or when it’s day
They’ll grope ya when you’re young or when you’re gray
They’ll grope ya when you’re tryin’ to do your job
They’ll grope ya all alone or in a mob
Tell ya what, I would not sit around and mope
Everybody must get groped.
Well, They’ll grope you and say that it’s the end
Then they’ll grope you and then they’ll come back again
They’ll grope you when you’re ridin’ on the train
They’ll grope you when you’re hot or when you’re plain
Yes, but I would not sit around and mope
Everybody must get groped.
Well, they’ll grope you when you ride the elevator
They’ll grope you and then act like it’s a favor
They’ll grope you and then say you are brave
They’ll grope you gettin’ ya ready for your grave
But I would not sit around and mope
Everybody must get groped.
I saw her yesterday,
And she told me what to say,
She said she gropes you,
And you know that can’t be bad,
She gropes you,
And you know you should be glad, whooo
She gropes you, yeah, yeah, yeah…
She gropes you yeah, yeah, yeah…
Yes, and how many times must a man grope up
Before he is called a dope?
Yes, and how many gropes must one man have
Before he can hear people’s nope?
Yes, and how many gropes will it take 'til he knows
That no stranger likes his grope?
The answer, my friend, is groping in the wind
The answer is groping in the wind
I know, I’ll, neeeehhhh-ver, grope, this way again,
So I’ll keep gropin’ ooonnnnnnnnnnnn,
Be-fore the, gro-pin’s gone. I know, I’ll, neeeehhhh-ver, grope, this way again,
Grope ooonnnnnnnnn…
Grope ooonnnnnnnnn…
Gro-hoo-wope ooonnnnnnnnn…
Born down in a dead man’s town
The first grope I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that’s been groped too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Groped in the U.S.A., I was groped in the U.S.A.
I was groped in the U.S.A., groped in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a penis in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and blow the yellow man
Groped in the U.S.A., I was groped in the U.S.A.
Groped in the U.S.A., groped in the U.S.A.
You ain’t nothing but a horn dog
Gropin’ all the time
You ain’t nothing but a horn dog
Gropin’ all the time
You ain’t never bought me dinner
so you ain’t no date of mine
Ol’ McDonald had grope, eieio
And on his grope he had no hope, eieio,
With a grope grope here,
And a grope grope there,
Here a grope,
There a grope,
Every where a grope, grope, eieio.
cough Shitty one?
She’s a big groper.
She groped me half the way there,
She’s a big groper,
She groped me half the way there, now.
She was a daaaaaaaay-ee-yay groper,
One-way gro-per, yeah.
The Gropist?
Groping - we do it every day
We’re groping when we’re sleeping
And even when we play
And as we grow a little older
We can grope more things
Because I’m groping and so are you
I’m never gonna grope again
Guilty hands have got no rhythm
Though it’s easy to pretend
I know your not a fool
Should’ve known better than to grope a friend
And waste the chance that I’ve been given
So I’m never gonna grope again
The way I groped with you
…Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers
Baby, it’s okay, someday
Woah, I’m halfway there
Woah, I’m groping on a prayer.
Take my hand,
And I’ll put it down there,
Woah, groping on a prayer
We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
It doesn’t make a difference if she likes it or not.
I’ve got a handful, and that’s a lot
For love, I’ll give it a shot…
You are so gropeable,
To me,
You are so gropeable,
To me,
Can’t you see,
You’re everything I hope for,
You’re everything I need,
You are so gropeable,
To me.
Love feel us up where we belong,
Where the eagles cry,
On a mountain high,
Love feel us up where we belong,
Far from the world below,
Up where the clear winds blow. . .
There’s nothin’ you can do to turn me away,
Nothin’ anyone can say,
You’re with me now, and you can’t get away,
Gropin’ you’s the right thing to do,
Gropin’ you’s the right thing. . .
With the tune of “Tequila!”, but less well known is that after that song was recorded by the American band The Champs, in Latin America the song got lyrics:
So: (not the original lyrics BTW, English at the bottom; and Republicans that condone this can bite me.)
Si quieres toda manosearla,
prepara la sala y la cama.
De forma como se estila,
por tierras Americanas.
Con la mano cubres la boca,
después muerdes el limón,
levanta, su pastel de copa,
cometela de un tirón.
Y como quema,
pero es tan buena,
te pides otra,
casi sin respiración,
¡Manosear!
If you want to grope her hay,
prepare living room and bed,
The way that is preferred,
in the lands of the USA.
Your hand to clam her up,
then you bite her lemon,
raise her cupcake on,
eat it whole in a gulp.
And how it burns!
but is so tasty!
you ask another…
