Lyrics:

Adam AntMarco Pirroni In for a penny in for a pound If she walks by you better turn around She wants sparkle and she don't give a damn As well be hung for A sheep than a lamb So be her Daddy She hits back Kiss the Drummer Rat-a-tat-tat Got to learn to laugh at this Laugh and enjoy herself Miss Fierce Kiss the Drummer Little by little, bit by bit Love stood laughing at this locksmith She may be wrong, and she may be right But barking dogs they Seldom bite In the panic and the traumas Miss Fierce puts a bee Fierce Legwarmers When men think big And by golly they do Don't wanna go crying Boo-hooing at you