High & Dried, Tyre Rubber Starts Burning

Fill Her Up Now Before The Table Starts Turning

Souped Up, Jacked Up, Cracked Up, Stacked Up

Louie's Got The Gear

And Charlie's Got His Back Up

And Don't It Make You Feel Good?



Says She's A Dirt Box

You're Like A Cannibal

Somebody Feeds Her, Sure Ain't The State Farm

Who Buys The Tickets And Who Buys The Clothes

Puts The Liquor In Her Stomach And The Powder Up Her Nose

Move. That's Right

And Don't It Make You Feel Good?



Don't Mind Me Honey

I'm Just Looking

Smelt Your Chicken

And I Watched You Cooking

Souped Up, Jacked Up, Cracked Up, Stacked Up

You're A Bad Stain

And You Need To Be Cleaned Up



And Don't It Make You Feel Good?

And Don't It Make You Feel Good?