I'll be your singer. You'll be my song. I'll lay you down softly. I'll love you long. I'll be there. To keep you satisfied. . If you'll only let me try, hey hey.
Put it in first and then I punch it, listen to the engine roar. Lay a patch of rubber for a block and half. When I push it on down to the floor. Do I roll? Well I guess, Thunder Express.
Back in Lincoln park where I was mostly raised. Hanging around town where I got totally crazed. Surrounded by bitches who just wouldn't give it in. Who thought that getting down was an unnatural sin.
Little Orphan Annie and sweet sue too. They've been coming around. Gives 'em somethin' to do. Their mamas all warned 'em not to come to town. It got into their blood.