Well it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding From the vicious bottle the night before And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice And small talk crawls out your ears Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now Well you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom Like a gentle drum And knowing you it ain't ever done So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry When she don't get just whatever she wants But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on, That's my woman, my woman That moving on shuffle side to side That sure can turn me on Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting Like complaining from a downtown whore I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves Yeah tell me Tell me tell me tell me tell me Tell me Tell me tell me tell me tell me Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll Dirty ass rock'n'roll