Leading lambs to water, ha With Little Diddy 'bout slidin' out the back When your lover just won't let you be, ha, ha, ha
Yo, my woman weeps when I walk out the door And hop in my caddie towards the liquor store 'Cause she knows, I won't be home for days With hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine
Avalon's gone and he might not make it back That cat's crazy, I hear he smokes crack Life's been a haze since I flunked fourth grade 'Cause I couldn't keep my nose away from spray paint
So, now these days I've been getting headaches For my burn faster overcooks my steak I take it personal when her moans are fake Ready to murder fools when she comes home late
The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat When she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone We used to be a happy pair when we first met But now her other lover's sendin' me death threats
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette When it's time to strut and cut off strings
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette It's all or nothing, no in between
Runnin' outta gas on the fast lane Hot shot cars and helicopter parts And painted ponies going up and down in my brain This little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazy
A gypsy queen once told me "Mickey, if you don't get it together you won't see twenty" But plenty honey's give me money for their cunnilingus Guess I sting clits, lay on your tummy
It's Mickey Av with sticky hands Lyrical my, oh man, with stylish fans I sky scrape the heavens in just a sledge can Psycho killer kids just say "Bam ba bam bam"
I rock and roll like Nat King Cole more So, then spot a flock of seagulls Now when you see me walking down the street You don't know, how a mother fucker could be so dull
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette When it's time to strut and cut off strings
Winona Ryder had Johnny Depp But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette It's all or nothing, no in between
Struttin' down Hollywood with the Friday night loot Pass skinny speed freaks and hussy DQ's Many lookin' trannies wearin' high heel boots Talkin' to house broke husbands in three-piece-suits
It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul In the Vienna streets, got my feet all swollen I can't walk, so, I crawl 'cross the floor for more
Now hold that thought and lock the door I got six in the clip and a box in the drawer For a spoon, I'll sing you a tune And dance like a banshee underneath the moon
I'll pick up clues like Nancy Drew And if you ain't her, get out, flew the coup Off to a place where the brothers got grace And punks don't lie straight to your face, yo
But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette When it's time to strut and cut off strings
But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette It's all or nothing, no in between