Flathead

Well, just because she feeds me well

And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel

It doesn't mean she's got eyes for me

She might just want my bones, you see

Hey, flathead, don't you get me?

She's the second-best killer that I ever have seen

They don't come much more sick than you

I could go on, if you want me to

It's just so wrong, so very nice

And I told you once and you killed me twice

I saw you one time at the back of the club

Chewing on glass and a ticket stub

Said, I heard you kicked that boy till he bled

And you stood and said, oh my God, till she said

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Well, everybody knows you're the one to call

When the girls get ugly 'round the back of the wall

Now Josephine says you got a bleedin' nose

She's takin' it with her wherever she goes

And if I had no check me in

Well, hers is a tonic and mine is a gin

They don't come much more slick than you

I'd drive your car if you asked me to

Said, the boy's not right in the head

And he stood and got a kicking instead, till she said

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Da-da-dada oh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

And she said, the boy's not right in the head

And you stood and said, oh my God, till she said

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da

Bada-ba, bada-da-da-da