Lyrics:

I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that there just might be
A method to the madness that I cannot see

Something for the freedom of a roughed-up soul
Forty-two years young is a little bit old
Boy named Sue sing a Tennessee tune
Got buffalo love living on the moon

Save this lady for me [x4]

Call me Alabama I'm a Seminole prize
Got Times Square hair and a bedroom eyes
Keystone Kops and the billy bob chops
Gonna scare my kids gonna share my crops

Vampire blood and a baseball glove
Are just a little bit of what the girl is made of
National crash into the big lampoon
With a creature coming up from the black lagoon

Losing ground true sounds of liberty
The forest of the north might hold the key

Rocking to the rhythm of a ragtime band
Black flag wave on on my truck my man
Basketball Jones and the great unknowns
Got cheap cologne seventy-six trombones

Looking for the lady that won't be afraid
When heady needs a hammer gonna get things made
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health