Lyrics:

Mick Ronson’s last recorded session before his death on April 29th, 1993 from liver cancer.'Gee mister, you got the best answering machine message I ever heard'
Drags me round all day just like a ball
On a chain or tooth pain
Man I confess, I'm just a mess
Do I have to take this shit from you every time
I look your way or say 'Hey!', it's about time
You show me yours and I'll show you mine
And I hope you can keep that turd-eating grin of yours
Upon your face when you find that you're thrown to one side
'Cause no-one likes a long roller coaster ride
'Cause she's the kind of girl who'll take your heart
And leave you feeling worse than you did at the start
'Cause she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
In a bygone age engaged in the passion trip
A final score was required just to make it worthwhile
All the patience and the wasted time
But it seems today, the play did mutate
Into a movie scene where the aim is to get the best line
Crashing heads for the second time
'Cause she's the kind of girl who'll break your mind
And make an easy meal of the sensitive kind
'Cause she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
Waaaah!

Oh, no
Day tripper, prick teaser, yeah
So a parting word to those young unfortunates
That cannot get to sleep 'til one little snake uncurls
Raise a glass to the underworld
You can try all week and still keep on waiting
It's a messed up, stressed out, loss situation
Where pearls end up changing into headfuck girls
'Cause she's the kind of girl who'll steal your smile
And chuck it over there on the rest of the pile
'Cause she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
'Cause she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
'Cause she's a headfuck, my baby is a headfuck
Headfuck me!
(Headfuck, headfuck, headfuck, headfuck)
(Headfuck, headfuck, headfuck, headfuck)
(Nice knowing)