I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl

She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back

Hands off this one, hands off! she cried

Grinning at me from hip to hip

Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip

Oooh yeah

I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl

Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head

I love you! now me! i love you!

Laughter, laughter

Oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder

Oooh yeah

Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby

[ad infinitum]