take a glass of whiskey, you fill it to the top
you make a lot of promises you know you'd better not
you don't believe in voodoo, don't believe in signs
but you can see the future & it's written in her eyes

the way she walks makes you look like a fool
you're staring down her blouse & you're starting to drool
she makes you so hungry for everything but food
could eat her with a spoon but you don't want to be rude

full moon rising and i'm fading away
full moon rising on the half moon bay café

you say you like her style, she says what style was that
you say her hot sunglasses fit her panama hat
you're as black as zorro, as high as peter pan
running after snow white like a monkey man
she said:"i could show you something i'm sure you're gonna like
just come into my corner, did you say your name was spike
now here's my proposition, i'm not saying it twice
good girls may be fun but a bad girl's nice"

full moon rising and i'm fading away
full moon rising on the half moon bay café

and just when you thought you held the fire of the sun
jumping jack get back, there's a man with a gun
where you're gonna run, there's nowhere to hide
climbing up the wall, swim against the tide
you're a man without family, a race or a creed
you gave it all up for her so easily
now you're left with nothing, you got nothing left to lose
get back jack, put on your running shoes

full moon rising and i'm fading away
full moon rising on the half moon bay café

ooh, the way she spurs, jingle jangle, jingle jangle 
 


(c) Elliott Murphy / Lipstick Notes Publishing
    tekst: Elliott Murphy / muziek: Patrick Riguelle - Jan Hautekiet