Pussycat's going to London. Looking for love and for fame. I wish somebody had told her. City folks ain't the same. . Pussycat carries a postcard. Won't the big city be nice.
Big C, big H, mash Mary, name it. What a ride, what a ride. You got me dizzy with that bull whip. We clutched each other the walls closed in. Don't bust my chops like Gungadin.
You think that I'm made of money. You've got something coming, honey. This ain't no land of milk and honey. My accountant thinks that's funny. . Instead of trying to use your brains.