Stop!   Bend over, 'cuz I'm-a take you in the park   I gotta sensory deprivation chamber   That doctors call the heart      And we’re just birds of a feather    Who get their clothes in a tear,   Cross yourself in front of the hearse    'Cuz I'm-a pull your underwear      Who loves ya, dear?      I'm here for Julie Grave,    She's the type I crave   She's not bikinis and toner    And drugstore l-l-lemonade   And she's twice my age,   So get all your bubble booties off the stage   My little l-l-libertines...      She stomped like a Clydesdale into my path    Just a big mouth cooze with a motor-driven ass   Awww!      When she loves, it gets violent   Take up a stall in the public head   She's like a n-n-nun in black lipstick,   Her face powdered like she's dead       She just got done with divorcing    The guy who gave her all the bucks   I guess she killed her desire to cheat on him    By taking up harder drugs      Aww, who needs a hug?      I'm here for Julie Grave,   She's the type I crave   She's not bikinis and toner    And drugstore l-l-lemonade,   And she's wise and brave,   So tell all the bubble booties to behave   She’s Zsa Zsa, she's Bettie Page...      She's a top calamity star attraction    And not one moment of zero action!      Come on, sing the song!      Na na na na   Na na na na   Na na na na na na na na na na   Na na na na na na na na na na...   Na na na na na na na   Na na na na...      My double, our couple,    Tripled to menage, yeah   We’ll ford the River Styx and flow like a drunken boat that   Cuts through your blacktop mirage       Julie Grave,   She's the one I crave    She's not bikinis or cola or lemonade...      God, these jokes are dry,   We’re on a golden elevator to the sky,    My little Gemini...      Im here for Julie Grave,    She’ll be back some day,   You’ll hear a six-titted goddess singing a murder melody,   and that's fine with me   So give all your bubble booties back to Jesus   And kindly l-l-l-l-leave us      Oh, Lord, who summoned up Julie Grave?