Coricidin Bottle

Said my prayers to the old black Gods

Tied a string around some chicken bones

I set 'em on fire and I crossed my heart

I tuned up the Kay and the Silvertone

I rubbed my hands across the Tolex scars

Took the laces out of my tennis shoes

And I can't live with a 60-cycle hum

Has anybody here got a 50 watt fuse?

I laid down a groove like a monkey gettin' off

I was stompin' on the kick, poundin' on the tom

If you ever get to heaven say "Woo, thank you"

If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm

Got a Coricidin bottle that I use as slide

And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll

When she kissin' and lickin' and cussin' and grindin'

Shakes her mortal coil round my amaranthine soul

Woo

Woo

Oh

Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh

Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh