Jerkin' Crocus Lyrics - All The Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople

Old man Tyler had a crash in his car 

Down on the fortune highway 

Doctor said, "It was his cruel sick heart 

Didn't go to church on Sunday" 

Oh your pace is going to knock you dead 

Out of the race you got time to spare 

Jerkin' crocus is the cause of the cross you bear 

Didn't you wish you were there 

I know what she want 

Just a lick of your ice cream cone 

I know what you say 

Papa's in bed well, hey hey hey 

When he got stuck with a hole in his head 

She asked to try it my way 

Get down low with all that haughty jive 

You don't know what it's like babe 

Oh oh oh it's getting down around here 

I got nothing to hide I'm to tired to fear 

Jerkin' crocus didn't kill me but she sure came near 

She's a nads puller 

I know what she want 

A judo hold on a black man's balls 

I know what you think 

Ease over baby, going to rock that thing 

Alright 

I know what she want 

Just a lick of your ice cream cone 

I know what you say 

Papa's in bed well, hey hey hey 

I know what she want 

A judo hold on a black mans bones 

And I know what you think 

Ease over baby, going to rock that thing 

Alright 

C'mon jerkin' 

C'mon jerkin', c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon 

Jerkin', jerkin', jerkin', jerkin' 

I know 

No no no no 

Alright 

I know 

That's better 

No no no no 

That's much better