Met a woman she's spouting prose She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm riding piggy-back Then I came to her shack <♪> We go inside the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness I'm in one hand in the other's a can She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall Next thing I know's a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine <♪> Do the rock do the one inch rock Do the rock do the one inch rock Do the rock do the one inch rock Do the rock do the one inch rock