Look who's pulling up outside

With a trunk full of fun

And a European ride

Heard that you were going for away

And we are all so happy son

That we were on the way

You're a back stabbing Hollywood pimp

Microphone, silver tone, cellular phone

We know that you're working for the devil

Bitch slap, star map dinner at Jones

Stood in line to get burned

Hey baby doll

Your reservation is confirmed

Tell the boss I've got her on the way

And he said with a smile

That's the seventh one today



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How'd you get so mean and nasty

I didn't want you to come to my party anyway

He's going to play you a dream

Dress you up in chocolate

And finish you with cream

Squeeze you till you're warm and woozy

And then pop you on the saddle

Of a silver moto guzzi



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