Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Black
Guitar
Woody Jackson
Sitar
Page McConnell
Keyboards
Steve McDonald
Bass
Kyle Gass
Vocals
Warren Fitzgerald
Lead Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Black
Songwriter
Kyle Gass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Dust Brothers
Producer
Bernie Becker
Engineer
Tony Schloss
Assistant Engineer
Cameron Webb
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken Andrews
Mixing Engineer
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Dude, we gotta fucking write something dude, c'mon
I don't like that, so far ba', off to a bad start
Better, closer, warmer
That's it, okay
I love ya baby, but all I can think about is
Kielbasa sausage, your butt cheeks is warm
I check my dipstick, you need lubrication, honey
My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform
Now get it on
I see you walkin', but all I can think about is
Dianetics, your butt cheeks is warm
I check my dipstick, you need lubrication, honey
My kielbasa sausage has just got to perform
Now I've been set loose, ah
I'm shooting my juice, ah
Right in your caboose
Now fuckin' get it on
Now get it on
Get it on
Dianetics junior much better than Krishna
Dianetics cure you much better indeed
And all you people here, you're tremendous
(Except the people in the back)
And you're smoking up a big-ass bowl of weed with me, and KG
All right, oh, yeah
All right, oh my God
All the ladies in the house say yeah (yeah)
C'mon, you motherfucker say a prayer (prayer)
When you fight, you got to fight fair
You motherfucker, ho, you motherfucker
You know what time it is?
Tenacious D time, you motherfucker, go
Fuck yeah
Yeah, yeah
Dude, that was TNT
Writer(s): Thomas Black, Kyle Gass
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