Stage coach lady hourglass body
Makin' things glow in the night
Well she would if she could
And she'd be good if she would
Only be a lover she'd be out tonight
'Cause I'm a bad a lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that

Salt Lake City salt lickin' biddies bogus honey stinkin' of gin
Well my daddy was hard his face was pretty scarred from kickin' ass

when I'm in heat and someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet, I hoof it to the ocean
we hit a beach where no one give a hoot
nobody never ever wears a suit
the ladies there, they look so proud
that's cause they know that their well endowed
I ain't much on Fannie's conversation
or care to much about her operation
but every time Pandora come my way
I get high, can't explain the sensation

blues hearted lady, sleepy was she
love for the devil brought her to me
tears of a thousand drawn to her sin
seasons of wither holdin' me in
oooh woe is me, I feel so badly for you
oooh woe is me, I feel so sadly for you in time
bound to lose your mind
live on borrowed time
take the wind right out of your sail
fireflies dance in the heat of
hound dogs that bay at the moon

Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She rather handsome, we kind looked the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "heave!", and a "ho!"

stagecoach lady, hourglass body
making things glow in the night
well, she would if she could, and she'd be good if she would only
tell her lover she be out tonight
'cause I'm a bat
a lonely school boy
and I'm a rat
and it's too bad, can't get me none of that!
Salt Lake City, salt-lickin' bitties
*** stinkin' of gin
well my daddy was hard, his face was pretty scarred

well she's a woman of the world, and God she knows it
she'll turn my head every time she shows it
yeah, nothin' you can do, nothin' you can say
no way you can try to change her way
she might be gone tomorrow, honey say what you gotta say
lordy what a woman
how ya feelin'
well I tried so hard to please her
she'd give me a look if I beg to tease her

spaced in time
child of nine
doin' twenty years on the way
fire and steel
earth unreal
find another planet to stay
papa died
ma survived
tellin' me about her ordeal
and the soul she could not feel
'cause they made her so unreal
lightnin' years
disappears
twenty million years on my brain
synthesize
overrides
tryin' to keep from goin' insane
and my soul I can not feel

Down to who knows who, just to socialize.
I'm waiting for my girls, when you call my eyes.
You got no way to make a man honey,
You got to understand.
I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs.

Well, well, Lordie my God,
What do we got here
She's flashin' 'cross the floor,
Make it perfectly clear.
You're the bait, and you're the hook,
Someone 'bound to take a look.

get yourself cooler, lay yourself low
coincidental murder, with nothing to show
with the judge, constipation will go to his head
and his wife's aggravation, you're soon enough dead

it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend
it's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend

gotcha with the cocaine they found with your gun