3 on a fever, down in the dumps the 1st one hollers, the 2nd one jumps the 3rd writes a letter to his family says I'd kill everyone if it was up to
Little girl playin' with the moonlight Shine it on me, shine it on me There's a cloud over my light and its troubling me, troubling me Such a world
me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to sign And put me on the slug- Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch
Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas Verse 1: Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah He says you almost need a bodyguard Just to go walking down the boulevard Little
Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress She said
Out in the street They're tryin' to arrest my friend They put him on ice now twice But he's back again Well he did that dance in Harlem All across
Get in your car and go Dependin' on how you feel Turn up your radio DJ says the love is real He thinks it's the latest sensation And you just keep
Your hair is brown, Your eyes are brown Your skin is white Two out of three OK with me Come over here tonight I believe, I believe I believe in
Sharon's got a drugstore, in her bathroom She loves you all right, she loves you all right Get between the false eyelashes Better kiss her before
no one knows better as he takes off your sweater Just what he means when he's promised you the world CHORUS: Down in front That's all they want Just two
I spy for the FBI (I spy for the FBI) I spy for the FBI (I spy for the FBI) I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house That sees what I can't
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones She wants nervous youth on the telephone He don't call She sticks another pin In her doll And puts him
You've been a good girl, You've been a bad girl You're not a girl anymore Deep in a picture show Unbuttoned in the last row You watched the grown
Naturally I heard the doctor say Cut the cord and give the child away So you had him over for dinner Carving beans with a butcher knife I'm back
Put your make up on Though your face is long Clothes that fit you wrong What's wrong with you Last night's Romeo He just had to go I don't wanna
this dynamite I know you're sitting tight, waiting for news Well I'm lighting the fuse While you were on vacation I was stationed at the line
got it figured out I saw you on American Bandstand I saw you on the Mickey Mouse Club I see your wife has a trash compactor I see you holdin' two
You said that I would be sorry if you went away You said I wouldn't be happy without hell to pay You said the teardrops would fall Between the bedroom