Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer. Rise, Sally, rise, wipe your weepin' eyes. And put your hand on your hip and let your backbone slip. . Oh, shake it to the East.
Waiting for the night to start. Waiting for the night to change your ways. There are days missing from my week again. And there's not a cloud in the sky.
Waiting to be born again. Wanting the saddest kind of pain. Waiting for the day when I will crawl away. . Nothing is what I feel. Waiting for the drugs to make it real.
Waiting... to be born again. . Wanting... the saddest kind of pain. Waiting for the day when I will crawl away. . Nothing is what I feel. Waiting... for the drugs to make it real.
Little Sally Walker. Sittin' in a saucer. Ride, Sally, ride. Wipe your weepin' eyes. . Put your hands on your hips. Let your back bone slip. I want you to.