Got this bug-eyed girl

Cold hand on my knee

Frozen teeth, chitter chatter

She's dresed up like a cemetary, like a cemetary



Snow-bound all winter

Blue lips on my cheek

Little tongue's prattlin', rattlin'

Talking 'bout them hometown geeks, them home-town geeks



Wake up Wendy, smell the coffee

Help me into your custom kitchen

Gimme a cup of that old black magic

I wanna get me some of that old home cookin'



Can you feel it

It's chilly and a-freezin'

Wake up Wendy, moods are changing

I got a reason, you got a feeling

Wake up Wendy, love's in season



Feels like a steam clean

When she washes me

Valves a-bustin', pumps a-hissin'

Just peel me off the ceiling, off the ceiling



Chill-eyed, bug-eyed girl

Zap me into cinders

Pop the thermal mumbo jumbo

Melt me with your little fingers, with your little fingers