My baby lives on Pricker Hill

I'm a bloody mess by the time I reach her

Tattered and torn

Shredded and shorn

Wish I'd been born a humble preacher

Oh the climb

Oh the terrible climb

I wish I could hover to the arms of my lover

Oh the climb

The terrible climb

I'd be with her still

On old Pricker Hill

Every time she calls, I'm powerless to resist her

She insists I come

That I climb out of bed

Heaving and horny

Thoughtful and thorny

Sometimes I think I'd be bеtter off dead

Oh the climb

Oh thе terrible climb

I wish I could hover to the arms of my lover

I'd be with her still

On old Pricker Hill

The prickers were planted by my sweethearts father

He's a son of a bitch

And he's someone to kill

My blood is a fountain

I gush on this mountain

My baby's a prisoner on cold Pricker Hill

Every time that she calls, I'm powerless to resist her

She insists that I come

That I climb out of bed

Heaving and horny

Thoughtful and thorny

Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead

Oh the climb

Oh the terrible climb

I wish I could hover

Oh the climb

Oh the terrible climb

I'd be with her still

On old Pricker Hill

But when I caress her

And when I undress her

She patches my scratches

We're a match in our thatches

Life is beautiful on top of

Pricker Hill

Life is sweet

On old Pricker Hill

My baby lives on Pricker Hill

I'm a bloody mess by the time I reach her

Tattered and torn

Shredded and shorn

Wish I'd been born a humble preacher

My blood is a fountain

I gush on this mountain

My baby's a prisoner on old Pricker Hill

But when I caress her (yeah)

When I undress her

Life is beautiful on Pricker Hill