I need a hammer and a vice
for a guy who calls me ‘sport’
What do you know of me man?
You got to tell a joke
Vous êtes une fête, madame
But I gotta know if you’re for real
I see a guy with hobnailed boots
Stampin holes into the floor

I drive a stolen car from Cincinatti to Tijuana
Just to see my Mexican baby sippin’ on a marguerita
But I gotta know if you’re for real
But I gotta know if you’re for real
But I gotta know if you’re for real
‘cause this man here, this man here ain’t got no fear

She’s got snakes inside her house that she want me to touch
On her arms she’s got bracelets, on her back a tattood rat
Once there was a swimming-pool, she re-builded into a lake
I packed my bags one raining morning, I ain’t never going back
I put the clutch in first gear
Just to get my life movin’
I gotta speed-up through the day
‘cause she’ll haunt me through the night
I hear her howlin’ like a wolf-man
It splits my bones in two
I got to get back inside her life
Before she notices I was gone