Lyrics:

Well just because she feeds me well
And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel
It doesn't mean she's got eyes for me
She might just wanted my bones, you see

Hey, Flathead, don't you get mean
She's the second best killer that I ever have seen
They don't come much more sick than you
I could go on if you want me to

It's just so wrong, so very nice
And I told you once and you're killing me twice
I saw you one time at the back of the club
Chewing on glass and a ticket stub

You said, 'I heard you kicked the boy till he bled'
Then you stood and said, 'Oh, my God,' till she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh

Well, everybody knows you're the one to call
When the girls get ugly along the back of the wall
Josephine says you got a bleeding nose
Shes taking it with her wherever she goes

Hey, Flathead, don't check me in
Well hers is a tonic and mine is a gin
They don't come much more slick than you
I'd drive your car if you asked me to

Said the boy's not right in the head
And he stood and got a kicking instead, till she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh

Da da-da-da-oh

And she said the boy's not right in the head
And you stood and said, 'Oh, my God,' till she said

Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh
Bada ba ba da-da-da-da-oh