Released: January 29, 1998

Songwriter: Prince

Producer: Prince

[Intro]
Yeah, let'em...
Yeah, let'em nice and breezy motherfuckers
What you looking for nigga?
Oh hold it, stop
Motherfucker didn't even have the headphones on
You, you

[Spoken]
This song is called
This song is called Bacon Skin, hit me
It's dedicated to my first wife
Her name is, uh
Oh Lord, Cloreen
She's just fat, hit me
Too nasty, uh
I said now
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, uh
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 want to sing to this girl
I said baby, wait a minute
We're all alone, uh
You 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 my wife
Cloreen Bacon Skin, wait a minute
Oh good God
I said wait a minute
Oh, and 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, open the hi-hat, here we go
Rumbling, rumbling, yeah
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, love sexy right down to my feet, good Lord
And I'm sexy, good God, with the bacon meat
Pork meat, close the hi-hat, come on say

I can smell that shit
That's nasty, too nasty
Y'all let me go, look out
Good God, nasty bass
Eruption in your face
Good God, look out said
Cloreen, I got something for you
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
When I look in the mirror
And I see this ugly face, good God
I just want to run, I want to run over to your place, yes
I want to 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 going to do with that?
Everybody, huh, everybody come on, dance
Everybody come on dance
We ain't going to put no more instruments on this
Just me and Bacon Skin
Alright, Cloreen's brother for my drummer, look out
Oh shit, my hat done fell off
Oh, somebody going to 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 you
Cloreen, why you want to make me wait?
I want to get sexy, I said
Oh Lord, I said
I want to get sexy
Cloreen, come on, get down
Come on, splash

Come on, good God
Cloreen's brother Alfred
Alfred, Alfred, I need you yo talk yo me some, come on
Alfred, good
Come on, Alfred, talk to me now
I want to...I got to hear you say, say Alfred
I can't hear you, come on, talk to me now
Alfred, come on, talk to me now
Come on, Bacon Skin
Alfred, do you hear me talking to you?
Alfred, don't, don't ignore me
Say nigga, say
Talk to me, come on, come on, talk
What you need, what you need?
You want to, you want to open your hat?
You want to 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 and 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 want to say
We going take it home, yes we 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 place, I can't stand it
I said uh
I want to see some of the Bacon Skin
Cloreen, Cloreen
You can't fuck with that, talk to me Alfred, come on

And the drummer say
What the drummer said
Oh shit, Alfred
Well, where the hand claps at?
Good God, Alfred
We don't burn the house down
Burn it down, burn it down, come on, come on
Say Alfred!

We don't burn the house down, we got to go
We don't burn it down, we got to go
What can you say after that?
Sexy, come on, come on
Everybody get sexy

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

Nice and breezy
We don't need no instruments
To funky in here
Get sexy
Everybody get sexy
Yes, old nasty
This funk ain't going no place
'Cause it's old, it's old and sexy
Cloreen Bacon Skin
Pound on the floor tom one time, come on
Yes
We going to go to the jungle one time
We going to 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 out of here
Oh Lord
Let's go over, yo, let's, let's...
So where you live Alfred?
Is this where you live? Oh shit
This is a nasty place, this is nasty
Everybody
This is nasty Alfred
I like it, I like it
We can't stay here, we got to go
We got to go, Alfred
Oh shit, to funky
We got to go, Alfred
You got any old James Brown records? Huh?
Good God, everybody, Lord

[Outro]
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 are glad I like it, huh?
Yes
Oh shit
I said oh Lord
Put on your boots, Alfred
Let's go

Prince

An American singer-songwriter, musician, multi-instrumentalist, and actor that produced 22 RIAA-platinum albums during his 40-year career, Prince may be known for one of many different things – his turn as “The Kid” in the iconic film/album/8 ½ minute ballad “Purple Rain”, being the writer behind the acclaimed anthem “Kiss,” rivaling Michael Jackson at the pinnacle of his career, being the inspiration behind censorship laws, or being the artist addressed as an unpronounceable symbol throughout the 1990s—but while many know of Prince, most don’t fully understand the impact his legacy left on this world.

Going by many aliases throughout his life, Prince Rogers Nelson was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on June 7, 1958 with his father’s (John L. Nelson) stage name as his own given one. Growing up, Prince suffered from serious epileptic seizures at a very young age, but he had wrote his first composition of many by age seven, and outside of his love for basketball, he wanted music to be his purpose in life. His tumultuous childhood, witnessing alcoholism and abuse, caused him to find refuge in neighbor André Cymone’s home in his teens, where the two competed in local band competitions, leading to Prince’s introduction to Morris Day alongside music with his cousin’s band 94 East, leading him to be courted by record labels and ultimately signed to Warner Bros. Records with complete creative control; at 19, his debut album, For You (1978) was released – Prince played all 19 instruments on the record.

Influenced by the likes of Miles Davis, Rick James, and James Brown, Prince desired to form a music dynasty and after the success of his next albums – the platinum-selling Prince (1979), the sexually-charged Dirty Mind (1980), and politically-motivated Controversy (1981) – he negotiated for the ability to form his own label and manage artists of his own. Prince’s trademark sexual/religious rhetoric within pop-and-dance, funk-rock sound gained him a following, but his opening slates for Rick James and The Rolling Stones were both negatively received and facing bankruptcy, the young artist began to reach for mainstream popularity. Cashing on the drug-influenced doomsday mania of the times, 1982’s 1999 easily achieved that mainstream appeal, landing him on MTV, music charts, and radio stations across the world.