The Dude

New York, 3 o'clock at night no sleep God i must be tired

Weird thoughts running through my brain

My blood is pumping in my vains

And there she sits, she looks at me

Her skin is pale, her mind is free

She smiles and says: how do you do ?

Come with me or should i go with you

Hey baby, you'd better watch out

You don't know what you're doing

When you're out and about

Hey baby, now listen to me

Things are never ever quite as they seem

She ask me for a cigarette

Her eyes are bright, her hair is red

Dressed like a whore, but one with style

A fantasy, i realise this is no fiction, it's insane

Her make-up shows she knows the game

And who am i to tell her no

So i grab her coat and say let's go

Hey baby, you'd better.............

She takes me to her penthouse bed

To relax my body and feed my head

With stories i never heard before

I'm waiting 'cause i know there's more

She takes off her clothes and see

This girl has hairy legs like me

This may sound a little rude

I want sex but not with a dude

Hey baby, you'd better

We don't care about noise pollution

cause the cops they are on our side

Blow the speakers, let the windows shake

Give the neighbours a sleepless night

Bang your head, against the wall

Jump around, smash it all

Kick some ass, have a ball

Praise the lords, misbehave

Raise your voice, make some noise

Spit it out, scream out loud