[Verse 1]

Step out the van and put your clothes on

Out of my sight, a love termite

I know I talk a smooth sweet d'argent

No, Pistol Pete, make you complete

So I sang

[Verse 2]

You talk so much, it makes me nervous

Shut your pretty face and stay in your place

Where is my beer? Where is my blanket?

Where is my faith? Deep in your face