Oh, I cannot lie
I’d rather be sober now
I’m not 25
And I’d rather stay alive

Locked in chalet 122
You better hail, hail woman
All my love for you
Love is going down on you
You better hail, hail woman
All my love for you

What a fucking trip
But it’s all over now
All over your lips
And the hips that launched a thousand ships

Locked in chalet 122
You better hail, hail woman
All my love for you

We’ve got nothing else to do
You better hail, hail woman
All my love for you

Hold my calls!

I know what you think of me
I think what you think of me
Say it loud so all can see your jealousy
I know what you did last night
I know what you did last night
Drinking with your parasites
You left on the landing lights

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
The landing lights are on
So fuck me while we’re young
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon
The father’s not dead yet
You’ve still got time to get to know him

You better be sober when you come crawling back to me