I know a girl who, works on cars
She gets her hands dirty
And full of scars
But she don’t use soap
To get them clean
She don’t use pumice
Or, all of these
She uses gasoline,
Gasoline,
(Big explosion and woman screaming loudly)
Gasoline

There’s this guy who, like nature shows
When he is at home he, has his own
He don’t raise lions, or chimpanzees
He don’t raise tigers or, all of these
He raises, killer bees,
Killer bees,
(Big swarm of killer bees buzzing and man screaming loudly)
Killer bees
Killer bees!

I know a woman who, always reads Blair
(Likes to read Blair)
She’s always smoking,
(She’s always smoking)
While she styles her hair
(She styles her hair)
She don’t use patches,
To help stop her craving,
She is addicted, to the tar
He hair is de-attached
De-attached,
(Blowtorch sound and woman screaming loudly)
De-attached,

De-attached!
Killer Bees!
Gasoline!

(Instrumental till end….)