Look who´s pulling up outside
With a trunk full of fun
And a European ride
Heard that you were going for away
And we are all so happy son
That we were on the way
You´re a back stabbing Hollywood pimp
Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone
We know that you´re working for the devil
Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones
Stood in line to get burned
Hey baby doll
Your reservation is confirmed
Tell the boss I´ve got her on the way
And he said with a smile
That´s the seventh one today

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How´d you get so mean and nasty
I didn´t want you to come to my party anyway
He´s going to play you a dream
Dress you up in chocolate
And finish you with cream
Squeeze you till you´re warm and woozy
And then pop you on the saddle
Of a silver moto guzzi

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