Lyrics:

Singing with a mischievous grin
Staring, she tuned me in
With her eyes and held me there with her
Everybody in the café laughed
But I got bad news when I got back
'Good job, dude,' Anandi said
'You just kissed Crazy Horse's girlfriend'
'Now I'm in deep shit,' I said
I had a bag over my head
Bleaching my hair
But I pulled it down a little lower
Crazy Horse is the meanest of the mean
The leader of the lowest of the low, the Saint Paul skins
With a bullet hole in his head
And I just kissed Crazy Horse's girlfriend
Anandi grabbed a napkin
She drew a diagram with red lipstick
'This is how you'll look when he gets through
You never should've come in the first place
Now the boot boys are gonna rearrange your face
I tried to warn you,' she said
'But now you're going back to kiss her again'