Mrs. Adams

Here I am

In this Hollywood bar

Press my face against the glass

Can't you see I'm making reservations?

Ah, for her birthday

Hey, Mrs. Adams

What you doing now with your gun in your mouth?

You jokers and clowns you just feel down

Hey!

Oh, I got to go with you

Don't you believe 'em

Do you seem 'em coming down?

'Cause you'll end up in the ground

Ah hey, Jackie

Can't you seem 'em coming down from her attic [?]

That's me and it doesn't feel down

You just feel down on your birthday

Yeah, go on Mrs. Adams with your corpse in her attic on her birthday

[?] to seventy

Oh, God, it's almost eleven

Whoa, you got to go

You got to go

Oh, I got to go

Poor Mrs. Adams in the snow

Now I'm hanging from her robe

Huh!

Just hang on, Mrs. Adams

You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah

Just hang on, Mrs. Adams

Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together

Just hang on, Mrs. Adams

You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah

Just hang on, Mrs. Adams

Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together

Mrs. Adams!