[Intro]

There is something about this song

This is a song about something there

[Verse 1]

We did the clubs, what ass

I was hopin' to have her in the sack

I was lookin' handsome

She was lookin' like an erotic vulture

[Bridge 1]

I was all dressed in black, she's all dressed up in black

Everything was fine down here, what you call it here?

Call it what you will here

Way down in this subbacultcha

[Verse 2]

Her warm white belly in the life I'd lived

Had seen nothing finer

She shakes and she moves me or something

She's like jellyroll, like sculpture

[Bridge 2]

I was wearin' eyeliner, she was wearin' eyeliner

It was so good down here, savin' for my scrapbook here

Way down, down, down in this subbacultcha

[Verse 3]

Now we live on the sea and relax and ride the tack

Drug runnin' on this Panamanian schooner

[Bridge 3]

She walks the deck in a black dress, and me, I dress up in black

And we listen to the sea and look at the sky in a poetic kind of way

What you call it when you look at the sky in a poetic kind of way?

You know when you grope for luna!