Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears

Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well, you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing
Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom, bippity-bom, bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum and knowing you, it ain't ever done

So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah, go on, go on darling, go on, go on

Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry

When she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on

Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown *****
I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic
In hermetically sealed kid gloves

Yeah, tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me

Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll
Dirty-*** rock 'n' roll