Bad-yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. a young man's fancy
The mist rolls off the beaches: the train rolls into
Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch
From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking
Now if you think ray blew it, there was nothing
Cut along the dotted line --- slip in and seal
Salamander --- born in the sun-kissed flame.
Who was it lit
Shake a leg, it's the big rush, can't find a
The disc brakes drag,
the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick
The old rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser