It's Mickey Avalon here   Leading lambs to water, ha   With Little Diddy 'bout slidin' out the back   When your lover just won't let you be, ha, ha, ha   You know 'bout that      Yo, my woman weeps when I walk out the door   And hop in my caddie towards the liquor store   'Cause she knows, I won't be home for days   With hookers and hotel rooms and cocaine      Avalon's gone and he might not make it back   That cat's crazy, I hear he smokes crack   Life's been a haze since I flunked fourth grade   'Cause I couldn't keep my nose away from spray paint      So, now these days I've been getting headaches   For my burn faster overcooks my steak   I take it personal when her moans are fake   Ready to murder fools when she comes home late      The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat   When she screams like a psycho and hangs up the phone   We used to be a happy pair when we first met   But now her other lover's sendin' me death threats      Well, Romeo had Juliet   (Yeah)   But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette   (Woo)   When it's time to strut and cut off strings   (Yeah, what?)   I make the scene   (Make the scene)      Jackie'O had Johnnyet   (Yeah)   But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette   (Hey)   It's all or nothing, no in between   (No in between)   I make the scene   (Make this scene)      Runnin' outta gas on the fast lane   Hot shot cars and helicopter parts   And painted ponies going up and down in my brain   This little girlie Mary Jane is drivin' me crazy      A gypsy queen once told me   "Mickey, if you don't get it together you won't see twenty"   But plenty honey's give me money for their cunnilingus   Guess I sting clits, lay on your tummy      It's Mickey Av with sticky hands   Lyrical my, oh man, with stylish fans   I sky scrape the heavens in just a sledge can   Psycho killer kids just say "Bam ba bam bam"      I rock and roll like Nat King Cole more   So, then spot a flock of seagulls   Now when you see me walking down the street   You don't know, how a mother fucker could be so dull      Romeo had Juliet   (Yeah)   But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette   (Woo)   When it's time to strut and cut off strings   (Yeah, what?)   I make the scene   (Make the scene)      Winona Ryder had Johnny Depp   (Yeah)   But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette   (Hey)   It's all or nothing, no in between   (No in between)   I make the scene   (Make this scene)      Struttin' down Hollywood with the Friday night loot   Pass skinny speed freaks and hussy DQ's   Many lookin' trannies wearin' high heel boots   Talkin' to house broke husbands in three-piece-suits      It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes   I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul   In the Vienna streets, got my feet all swollen   I can't walk, so, I crawl 'cross the floor for more      Now hold that thought and lock the door   I got six in the clip and a box in the drawer   For a spoon, I'll sing you a tune   And dance like a banshee underneath the moon      I'll pick up clues like Nancy Drew   And if you ain't her, get out, flew the coup   Off to a place where the brothers got grace   And punks don't lie straight to your face, yo      Romeo had Juliet   (Yeah)   But give me three sweeties in a new Corvette   (Woo)   When it's time to strut and cut off strings   (Yeah, what?)   I make the scene   (Make the scene)      Jackie'O had Johnnyet   (Yeah)   But I just wanna smoke your last cigarette   (Hey)   It's all or nothing, no in between   (No in between)   I make the scene   (Make this scene)