Met a woman she's spouting prose 

She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose 

Her body is slung from side to side 

Need a lift she said much obliged 

I'm riding piggy-back 

Then I came to her shack 



We go inside the place it's a mess 

She said my name's the liquid poetess 

She unties her mouth 

And her buckskin dress 

She drinks from a bottle 

labelled tenderness 

I'm in one hand in the other's a can 



She puts me in the can 

And smiles through the wall 

I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall 

Next thing I know's a girl by my side 

Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide 

I asked her name she said Germaine 

Do the rock do the one inch rock.