Lizard flicked his tongue at the chowder queen She was concentrating straddling his need I knocked over my inhibitions Mona needs attention so she licks the mic Martys on guitar says yeah, thats my wife Hes a bad excuse for a Hollywood musician Time trippin after sex Smoke a load of someone elses Mess my hair up CHORUS Hey Bardealer You be my healer Somebody get me out of the hole Im in Ill be damned Im diggin this band Everybodys bombed here at the Dresden Bettys bending over She knows shes bad Shell make the money cuz they like her ass She sends em cocktails on intuition Im stuck to the vinyl til Im asked to dance by a gold chained foreigner with satin pants He moves in with blind ambition Time trippin after sex Smoke a load of someone elses mess my mind up REPEAT CHORUS
trippin, el, load, bardealer, sex