(Norman Blake)



Metal baby, I met her, baby

I'm her mother and she's got me on her arm



Metal baby, I met her, baby

Got her finger round the trigger of her gun.



I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows...

She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow...



Metal baby, my metal baby

Made me take her to the heavy metal show



Metal baby, my metal baby

Drank the perfume when I didn't want to go



I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows...

She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow...



Metal baby, my metal baby

I'm not ready to be party to her plan



Metal baby, my metal baby

Left the city with the heavy metal band



I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows...

She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow...

So...