Lyrics:

Met a woman she's spouting prose

She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose

Her body is slung from side to side

Need a lift she said much obliged

I'm riding piggy-back

Then I come to her shack

We go inside the place is a mess

She said my name's the liquid poetess

She unties her mouth

And her buckskin dress

She drinks from a bottle

labeled tenderness

I'm in one hand in the other's a can

She puts me in the can

And smiles through the wall

I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall

Next thing I know's a girl by my side

Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide

I asked her name she said Germaine

Do the rock do the one inch rock.