Her tongue it turned blue from the tropical drinks

After the discotheque, of course she got sick in the sink

Put on the "Paint It, Black", shrug off her shoulder straps

Pulled out a plastic bag

Woke up in heat, stuck to her red rubber sheets

We're Budweiser, we're Benzedrine

We went down on the smoke machine

We're Molson Ice, we're Percosets

Won't you share your cigarettes with me and my friends?

And after the aspirin binge, before she got sent to the shrink

She had me up for a couple of drinks

Put on the porcupines, close the venetian blinds

Woke up in rags and wrapped in a plastic bag

We're Budweiser, we're Benzedrine

We went down on the cash machine

We're Molson Ice, we're Percosets

We're all out of cigarettes

And early on in the breaking dawn

Woke up to the Sabbath song

And her hair was let down but her dress was still on

She crossed herself and it turned me on

Said, "Jesus, I'm jumpy"

Later on in the break of dawn

Broke up to the Nazareth song

And her hair was back up but her dress was all gone

She crossed herself and it turned me on

She's getting stoned when I came down the stairs

Trying to decide what the fuck she can wear

And I helped her to take off that hair shirt

Slide right into that slit skirt

And I'm glad you invited him

Like to know what I'm up against

And I'm glad you invited him

Like to know what I'm up against

The cars, the bars, the moonshine in mason jars

The sex and the Dexedrine, swung from the jungle gym

And Jane, you're lame, the cocaine's for teenagers

The Bud and the Benzedrine, fucked with the fog machine

On and on in the breaking dawn

On and on in the breaking dawn

On and on in the breaking dawn

On and on in the breaking dawn