(lyrics by Marty Barrett, music by Fogelfoot)
Slip into the restroom, Lady
Watch all the debutantes take flight
They’re jealous of your body…
That roomy velvet pantsuit.
Then you say, then you say,
“Why don’t you kill us both tonight?”
Order off the menu, Woman
I’ll make sure your lamb shank’s done up right
There’s something special cooking—
Meanwhile, have another Mudslide
I guess they’ll have to take a check
Because I plan to kill us both tonight.
No more crying; Spaceship’s coming
To the secret rendezvous
No one’s saying we’re too ugly, Baby
Now the bottle’s pointed right at you.
Join me on the altar
I’ll hold your hand in the pale moonlight
Prepare you for the Elders—
I know they’re going to love you.
It’s just like going to sleep.
(When I kill us both tonight.)