Midnight, snakebite got me in the back of my neck Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine?
Yes - course you do Bleached blonde hair and big blue eyes Lives her life on the forty five Likes you better dead
She's a killer - yes She's a killer Likes you better dead than alive (Oh dear)
Some kids cry and some kids laugh And if they're really naughty Give 'em an acid bath - right! Right!
When she comes round looking for you Her gun's empty nothing you can do Thirteen floors high And the town still alive Are you?
She's a killer Likes you better dead than alive, oh.
Some kids cry and some kids laugh (ha ha) If they're really naughty Give 'em an acid bath - right!
I see the papers and letters have arrived Anyway, I wasn't - I wasn't anywhere last night This is the truth
Someone knocking on the window Someone's knocking on my door
I'm not normal - I'm not quite right, RIGHT! Can hear bells ringing, must be Sunday Can see the sun, must be Sunday Can hear cars, must be Monday Nothing doing!
When she comes round looking for you Her gun's empty, there's nothing you can do.
Well I've lived on rice long enough And I ain't you, no The sun is shining - it must be Sunday The bells are ringing for me and my girl
Some kids cry and some kids laugh (ha ha) If they're really naughty Give 'em an acid bath - right!
Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine? Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine? Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine? Do you wanna take a ride in my limousine? Do you wanna take a ride young lady? Wanna take a ride? Do you wanna take a ride on the end of THIS?
(Wade/Wade/James/Freshwater)
Compositores: Christine Elizabeth Mary Wade, Nicholas Ian Wade, John Robert Freshwater, David John James ECAD: Obra #5210211