This Is Sally Hatchet

Born the daughter of a comedian

Middle of the 80s

Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down

Or else

Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in the ground

The longer it keeps raining, the more she has to struggle

To maintain a wonderful time

Oh yeah

Oh wanna love it up without me

I've got smoke in my lungs

And a past life in the trunk

Oh

Could he rattle by the way that she

Empties a few clips out

Do I have a choice now?

Point that thing away from me

Lady, oh