Beetle Boot

Mackn with trish in the dark
On the docks turn the ambulance sirens up emergency baby i 
aint one to wait i gonna get yer britches off any day now 
there gonna drop the bomb and were gonna be a bucket of 
bones we got an hour till day we got to go all the way and 
shoot the rockets in the rescue zone (chrous) roll over 
baby say hello daddy king adoption papers ready come to 
dixie a dysfunctional home hostage all alone old soup on 
yer apron babe ill lick it off i woke up to the alarm on my
 radio those am airwaves all ways set me off the old men 
talk all day they talk about the same old things dirty 
sheets and a dirty hand full of blow thrift store opened 
and i gotta buy a pair of shoes gotta get her number and im
 gonna make a telephone call lets go splah some booze i 
wanna drink it off you told me to get a barel(and ride it 
down niagra falls)