Hey, darlin'... can I buyya a drink?
Lookin' for Mister Goodbar?
Here he is... Wait a minute...
I've got it... you're an Italian! Hah?
Yer Jewish?
Love your nails ... you must be a Libra... Your place or mine?

She treat me like my heart is made of stone
She runs around and leaves me home all alone
She doesn't answer when I call her on the phone

She messed up my mind
I'm crying all of the time
Lucille has messed my mind up
But I still love her, I really love her

Lucille has tore my heart up
But I still need her
And I really need her

I, I reprimered the right front fender man
We were gonna go, we were gonna go out
And get some root beer afterwards man
And I was gonna show everybody my new carburetor
And ya didn't try to call me

Billy had two big
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder

All your children are poor unfortunate victims
Of systems beyond their control...
Where did annie go when she went to town?
Who are all those creeps that she brings around?
All your children are poor unfortunate victims
Of lies you believe...