Lyrics:
You're from out of townI can tell that by your shoesFlew in for the conventionGetting tipsy in a barYou're leaving pretty lateGotta get up in the morningThinking she's just too expensiveAnd you know you're:Probably:RightThere's no one on the streetsAnd you can't find your hotelYou walk a little faster-someone's following youThe wallet-size bulgeIn your double-knit buttHas money for meAnd maybe credit cardsYou dart around the next cornerYou can't look aroundQuick now, fish for the keys for the doorYou don't even know where you areYou walk a little fasterI walk a little fasterSensing that I sense youNow there's no escapeI can almost taste your dandruffAs I reach for your face-And I strike