Well, it's too damn early and your eyes are bleeding   From the vicious bottle the night before   And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice   And small talk crawls out your ears      Maybe it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud   I hear it makes you feel just like an undercover Sigmund Freud      Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now   Well, you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah, easy thing   Make a man's heart go bibbity-bom, bippity-bom, bippity-bom   Like a gentle drum and knowing you, it ain't ever done      So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on   Yeah, go on, go on darling, go on, go on      Yeah, the secretaries and typewriters chattering away   Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter   Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away   It ought to make you sick when you hear a woman cry      When she don't get just whatever she wants   But not my woman, she just keeps on keeping on   That's my woman, my woman   That moving on shuffle side to side   That sure can turn me on      Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll      Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now   And the beach is a thing and the bees don't sting   Like complaining from a downtown whore   I got my plasma patches and my hypodermic   In hermetically sealed kid gloves      Yeah, tell me   Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me   Tell me   Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me      Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll   Dirty-ass rock 'n' roll