Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding From the vicious bottle
the night before And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice And small
talk crawls out your ears Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover
Sigmund Freud I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund
Freud
Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now Well you can make a
pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom
bippity-bom bippity-bom Like a gentle drum And knowing you it ain't ever
done
So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on Yeah go on, go on
darling, go on, go on
Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering
away Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter
away It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry When she don't
get just whatever she wants But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping
on, That's my woman, my woman That moving on shuffle side to side That
sure can turn me on
Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass
rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Hey now,
hey now, hey now, hey now And the beach is a thing and the bees don't
sting Like complaining from a downtown whore I got my plasma patches and
my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves Yeah tell me Tell me tell
me tell me tell me Tell me Tell me tell me tell me tell me
Dirty
ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass
rock'n'roll