(Ian Hunter)



Well it's Tuesday night

How I'd like to be inside at this time

Watchin' T.V. is killin' me

It's such a drag tonight

I feel like Jason

Just found a rusty fleece

And the Cyclops all laughin' at me

You can't tame Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East



Now some cynic from the methadone clinic

He keeps on bothering me

He writes all my lyrics backwards on diapers

And hangs 'em from the local trees

Watch out, white boy

Don't argue with a sawn off piece

I'm a crazy son, Mama

I love the grease of Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East



Now Jezebel don't feel too well, she talks to Jane

'Bout a one way conversation on a subway train

Hey! They took away her wallet and her valise

Love hate, love hate, love hate, love hate, Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East Wild East

Wild East come on crazy Wild East



(repeat and fade)