Lyrics:

(Ian Hunter) Old man Tyler had a crash in his car down on the fortune highway Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart didn't go to church on Sunday Oh your pace is going to knock you dead Out of the race you got time to spare Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross you bear Didn't you wish you were there I know what she want Just a lick of your ice cream cone I know what you say Pappas in bed well hey hey hey When he got stuck with a hole in his head she asked to try it my way Get down low with all that haughty jive you don't know what it's like babe Oh oh oh it's getting down around here I got nothing to hide I'm to tired to fear Jerkin' Crocus didn't kill me but she sure came near She's a nads puller I know what she want A judo hold on a black mans balls I know what you think Ease over baby going to rock that thing Alright! I know what she want Just a lick of your ice cream cone I know what you say Pappas in bed well hey hey hey I know what she want A judo hold on a black mans bones I know what you think Ease over baby going to rock that thing Alright! C'mon Jerkin' C'mon Jerkin' I know No no no no Alright! I know That's better No no no no That's much better