| 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 |