Get back baby bobbity bam
Bic razor in the palm of your hand
Blacked out at the bar of the gods
First drink since the second of march

I got moonstruck on that stuff
Could get bad
Your secrets are fine by me
Creepin' around kissing the ground, baby

Thin long black spider arms over me
Waving around, ready to pounce, baby
I got moonstruck on that stuff
Could get bad
Little bubbles in the bones
My baby feels right at home