He's got a really big tongue

It rolls way out

Snaking around in the club

It slicks you down

Scratching his face like a bum

He pulls you back

Circa nineteen-eighty-one

He pulls you back



You are, you are shining some glory

You are, you are shining some glory

On me, on me

You are, you are shining some glory

You are, you are shining some glory on me



Dance of the seven veils



Johnny, my love, get out of the business

It makes me wanna rough you up so badly

Makes me wanna roll you up in plastic

Toss you up and pump you full of lead



Johnny, my love, get out of the business

The odds are getting fatter by the minute

That I have got a bright and shiny platter

And I am gonna get your heavy head



I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers



So Johnny, my love, we got us a witness

Now all we gotta do is get a preacher

He can probably skip the "until death" part

'Cause Johnny, my love, you're already dead



I only ask because I'm a real cunt in spring

You can rent me by the hour

I know all about the ugly pilgrim thing

Entertainers bring May flowers

May flowers

May flowers

To you