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Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleedingFrom the vicious bottle the night beforeAnd the last thing you need is a nicety-niceAnd small talk crawls out your earsMaybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund FreudI hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund FreudHey there, hey now, hey there, hey nowWell, you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thingMake a man's heart go bibbity-bom, bippity-bom, bippity-bomLike a gentle drum and knowing you, it ain't ever doneSo go on, go on, go on, darling, go onYeah, go on, go on darling, go on, go onYeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering awayChatter-chatter-chatter-chatterChatter-chatter-chatter, chatter awayIt ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cryWhen she don't get just whatever she wantsBut not my woman, she just keeps on keeping onThat's my woman, my womanThat moving on shuffle side to sideThat sure can turn me onLetras de cancionesDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' rollHey now, hey now, hey now, hey nowAnd the beach is a thing and the bees don't stingLike complaining from a downtown whoreI got my plasma patches and my hypodermicIn hermetically sealed kid glovesYeah, tell meTell me, tell me, tell me, tell meTell meTell me, tell me, tell me, tell meDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' rollDirty-ass rock 'n' roll From Letras Mania