Well, I was drinking last night with a biker,
And I showed him a picture of you.
I said, «Pal, get to know her. You’ll like her.»
Seemed like the least I could do.
‘Cause when he’s driving his chopper
Up and down your carpeted halls,
You will think me by contrast quite proper,
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
Chorus:
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot,
Or a taste of your elegant pride.
I may be going to Hell In A Bucket, baby,
But at least I’m enjoying the ride.
Least I’m enjoying the ride.
Least I’m enjoying the ride.
Now miss sweet little sock-hop pretender,
Somehow baby got hot as it gets.
With her black leather _ black suspenders,
The chair, and her whip, and her pet.
Well we know you’re the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations
And the Z-rated scenes you create.
Z-rated scenes you create.
Chorus
You analyze me, attempt to dispise me,
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave.
If unable to dance I will crawl cross it.
Or unable to dance I will crawl.
Unable to dance I’ll crawl.
You must really consider the circus,
‘Cause it just might be your kind of zoo.
I can’t think of a place that’s more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.
It’s not like I’m leaving you lonely,
‘Cause I wouldn’t know where to begin.
Well I know that you think of me only
When the snakes come marching in.
When the snakes come marching in.
Chorus (ad lib)
