Hey Mr. Dancin   My drink is on a short leash   My mouth is a coldsore display case   Here's a tip - you could take a lot of abuse if you exchange your skin for leather   All over town they've got these like messenger girls that ride around on innertubes   Their asses are all scraped up   Their eyes cold kick me off the bus, y'all      One honey donut and our lips are stuck to the seat   You close the door on my machine girl you laugh a lot and run around   I'm out of fun and I'm stuck here   Down      Another tempting tail in the back   The ghost of my mom is in the telephone booth   Look at that blind evil Rapunzel taking care of the guy who beat her up   Ooh I hope you call soon nothing's right   I cab it to the bathtub   Sugar and wine, a dozen sharks, and a bar of soap of course