Kiss all your fingers What´s that for You´ll never get to heaven With your shirt all tore Cut through your finger
And cut you loose Lost a lot a blood Lost a lot a cool cool cool
Now it ain´t such a thrill It ain´t such a thrill Now it ain´t such a thrill It get´s a little dirty Like the guts of a hack And you´ll never get it back You never get the damn thing back
Looked a picture Took up half a roll The way you went and took off Half your clothes, and now
It ain´t such a thrill
It ain´t such a thrill It started at the back of the shell And it ain´t such a thrill
Running to catch up The last city bus Wearing out your yellow Hulla dress Lipstick a mess Your ch-cherry best Kissing on the window Just to check on the red
You know, it ain´t such a thrill Now it ain´t such a thrill It started at the back of the shell Now it ain´t such a thrill It ain´t such a thrill
It ain´t such a thrill It ain´t such a thrill...