It's Mickey Avalon herenLeading lambs to water, hanWith Little Diddy 'bout slidin' out the backnWhen your lover just won't let you be, ha, ha, hanYou know 'bout thatnnYo, my woman weeps when I walk out the doornAnd hop in my caddie towards the liquor storen'Cause she knows, I won't be home for daysnWith hookers and hotel rooms and cocainennAvalon's gone and he might not make it backnThat cat's crazy, I hear he smokes cracknLife's been a haze since I flunked fourth graden'Cause I couldn't keep my nose away from spray paintnnSo, now these days I've been getting headachesnFor my burn faster overcooks my steaknI take it personal when her moans are fakenReady to murder fools when she comes home latennThe dial tone leaves a lump in my throatnWhen she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phonenWe used to be a happy pair when we first metnBut now her other lover's sendin' me death threatsnnWell, Romeo had Julietn(Yeah)nBut give me three sweeties in a new Corvetten(Woo)nWhen it's time to strut and cut off stringsn(Yeah, what?)nI make the scenen(Make the scene)nnJackie'O had Johnnyetn(Yeah)nBut I just wanna smoke your last cigaretten(Hey)nIt's all or nothing, no in betweenn(No in between)nI make the scenen(Make this scene)nnRunnin' outta gas on the fast lanenHot shot cars and helicopter partsnAnd painted ponies going up and down in my brainnThis little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazynnA gypsy queen once told menMickey, if you don't get it together you won't see twentynBut plenty honey's give me money for their cunnilingusnGuess I sting clits, lay on your tummynnIt's Mickey Av with sticky handsnLyrical my, oh man, with stylish fansnI sky scrape the heavens in just a sledge cannPsycho killer kids just say Bam ba bam bamnnI rock and roll like Nat King Cole morenSo, then spot a flock of seagullsnNow when you see me walking down the streetnYou don't know, how a mother fucker could be so dullnnRomeo had Julietn(Yeah)nBut give me three sweeties in a new Corvetten(Woo)nWhen it's time to strut and cut off stringsn(Yeah, what?)nI make the scenen(Make the scene)nnWinona Ryder had Johnny Deppn(Yeah)nBut I just wanna smoke your last cigaretten(Hey)nIt's all or nothing, no in betweenn(No in between)nI make the scenen(Make this scene)nnStruttin' down Hollywood with the Friday night lootnPass skinny speed freaks and hussy DQ'snMany lookin' trannies wearin' high heel bootsnTalkin' to house broke husbands in three-piece-suitsnnIt's freezing cold and my jeans got holesnI ain't seen my baby since I sold my soulnIn the Vienna streets, got my feet all swollennI can't walk, so, I crawl 'cross the floor for morennNow hold that thought and lock the doornI got six in the clip and a box in the drawernFor a spoon, I'll sing you a tunenAnd dance like a banshee underneath the moonnnI'll pick up clues like Nancy DrewnAnd if you ain't her, get out, flew the coupnOff to a place where the brothers got gracenAnd punks don't lie straight to your face, yonnRomeo had Julietn(Yeah)nBut give me three sweeties in a new Corvetten(Woo)nWhen it's time to strut and cut off stringsn(Yeah, what?)nI make the scenen(Make the scene)nnJackie'O had Johnnyetn(Yeah)nBut I just wanna smoke your last cigaretten(Hey)nIt's all or nothing, no in betweenn(No in between)nI make the scenen(Make this scene)