Hey Mr. Dancin' My drink is on a short leash My mouth is a cold sore display case Here's a tip-you could take alot of abuse if you exchange your skin for leather All over town they've got these like messenger girls what ride around on innertubes Their asses are all scraped up Their eyes cold kick me off the bus y'all One honey donut and your lips are stuck to the seat You close the door on my machine girl you laugh a lot and run around I'm out of fun and stuck here Down Another tempting tail in the back The ghost of my mom is in the telephone Look at that blind evil Rapunzel taking care of the guy who beat her up Ooh I hope you call soon nothing's right I cab it to the bathtub Sugar and wine, a dozen sharks, and a bar of soap of course