Porsche books bands    At the pink Cadillac    She can do what she wants    She's got a black magic hat    And Mr. Book is    Always up and down    But he's a pain in the ass    Cause he thinks he runs this town       --Chorus--    Give me some room, cut some rope    Give me just five minutes from    Under the microscope       There's an ambulance chaser    On the telephone    He's no sixties rebel    And you're better off on you own    Yesterday you thought    You had it made    But now you'd do anything    Just to make it all go away       --Chorus--       How does the flavor of the month taste    Ain't it hard to say good-bye    Now that you're standing face to face       She is convincing    When she stares you down    But you know if you let her    She will drown you out       --Chorus--