I Want An Emerald Green Jaguar

And An Irish Wolf Hound

And I Want You To Stick Around



One More Familiar Phone Call

Your Name Is On The Tip Of Tongue

With The Blood On My Guitar



Maybe, We Could Have Made Beautiful Babies

I Want To Be Your Lover, Not Your Boss

But If That Time Would Ever Come,

"I Will Be The One," She Says,

"'Cause Here, We're Better Off Dead."



Why Should I Give In?

Even Admit It?

"Soon, And Very Soon," She Said



But It's So Cold Outside,

I Should Be Warm Inside Of You

I Don't Know If You Feel This Fever,

What's Left There To Use?



I Like To Watch The Way Everything On You

Moves And Looks So Fine

Even When You Walk Away



Hey, Hey, Hey . . .

Hey, Hey, Hey . . .



Yeah.