Got a bucket of bolts, and a jar full of pins
Here hide my hopes in a paper bag for sins
On a street in the may sky
My fair lady's pulled no bitch, guys
This is the end-all cure
The straight nail chaser here
This is the end-all cure
Sheena well pays good with her button fly
It's all he needs to make the days go by
On her back bed like a basset hound
She's coming down, she's coming down