Lyrics Mott the Hoople

Mott the Hoople

Jerkin' Crocus

Old man Tyler had a crash in his car

Down on the fortune highway

Doctor said it was his cruel sick heart

Didn't go to church on Sunday

Oh your pace is going to knock you dead

Out of the race you got time to spare

Jerkin' Crocus is the cause of the cross you bear

Didn't you wish you were there

I know what she want

Just a lick of your ice cream cone

I know what you say

Pappas in bed well hey, hey, hey

When he got stuck with a hole in his head

She asked to try it my way

Get down low with all that haughty jive

You don't know what it's like, babe

Oh oh oh it's getting down around here

I got nothing to hide I'm to tired to fear

Jerkin' Crocus didn't kill me but she sure came near

She's a nads puller

I know what she want

A judo hold on a black man's balls

And I know what you think

Ease over baby, going to rock that thing

Alright

I know what she want

Just a lick of your ice cream cone

I know what you say

Papa's in bed well hey, hey, hey

I know what she want

A judo hold on a black mans bones

I know what you think

Ease over baby, going to rock that thing, alright

C'mon Jerkin'

C'mon Jerkin'

I know

No no no no

Alright!

I know

That's better

No no no no

That's much better