She's sixteen years old with a death rattle in her throat I said, sixteen years old with a death rattle in her throat She's hoping to get bad habits She's got black lace round her coat She thinks she's a fox but she's really a rabbit Look out! Here comes the stoat She's got the doom, she's got the doom She shares a room with her sister, she shares a room And all she's hoping for is the Moon She's got the sweet, she's got the sweet She's got the sweet little sixteen doom (Nice) She goes cruising in the evenings with a friend she knows from work Goes to the café on the corner where she likes to flirt She goes to the Fairground and she shares her dream And she wonders if that dream can ever be reality She's got three friends and they all move arm in arm With four of them together how can they ever come to harm? She giggles and she flutters and she sniffs the filth-rich air Sniffs the oil, the dirt, the hot stuff at the fair (Hahahahahahaha) She's got the doom, she's got the doom She shares a room with her sister, she shares a room And all she's hoping for is the Moon She's got the sweet, she's got the sweet She's got the sweet little sixteen doom (Oh) She's sixteen years old with a death rattle in her throat I said, sixteen years old with a death rattle in her throat She's hoping to get bad habits She's got black lace round her coat She thinks she's a fox, but she's really a rabbit Look out! Look out! Look out! Here comes the stoats STOATS!!