Look out sugar

Look out love

The sky is falling from heavens above

Your socks are swinging from the clothesline

Got not time for that now

And your eyes so big and black

That's a little lamb that's a big black bug

Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug

You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off

I'm in a milk crate by your bed with my head untucked

To see your pretty feets blast off baby

Baby blast off



Come on honey come on doll

I wanna see you on fire

Come on and fly fire-ball what you're leaving behind

Well it ain't nothing at all

Blast off baby

Baby blast off