Porsche books bands At the pink Cadillac She can do what she wants She's got a black magic hat
And Mr. Book is always up and down But he's a pain in the ass 'Cause he thinks he runs this town
So give me some room, cut some rope Give me just five minutes from Under the microscope
There's an ambulance chaser on the telephone He's no sixties rebel And you're better off on you own Yesterday you thought you had it made But now you'd do anything Just to make it all go away
So give me some room and cut some rope Give me just five minutes from Under the microscope
How does the flavor of the month taste? Ain't it hard to say good-bye Now that you're standing face to face?
She is convincing When she stares you down But you know if you let her She will drown you out
So give me some room and cut some rope Give me just five minutes from Under the microscope