| I try to break away from you |
| From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew |
| Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs… |
| By the faggy parks and burnt out va. ans |
| I’ve got ninety-nine years of layin' in the dark |
| and I’m far too young to lie |
| I’ve got ninety-nine ways to play my guitar |
| Its gonna play 'em in before I die |
| So bob your sweet head |
| Brother Ziggy gonna play |
| I’m just a bob-a-lectic hear |
| Gonna rock-it in your head |
| Shazam! and come ball, |
| where my guitar-um is-a playin' |
| We can give you sweet head |
| I’m tough as glass and clean as night |
| Well, if looks can love, we can love alright |
| I’m your r-r-r-rubber peacock, angelic whore |
| I’m a wrought-iron face upon the wall.l.l |
| I’ve had ninety-nine tales of murder-come-life, |
| and I’m running away from it all |
| I got a bedroom, every mirror in town, |
| they’re gonna claim me if I fall |
| Sweet head |
| Gonna give ya sweet head |
| (spoken: While ya down there) |
| See my eyes of blocked emotion |
| See my tremble, see my fall |
| Traumatic, stinkin' fast |
| Your faith in me can last |
| Besides, I’m numb to lay you, |
| rubbin' all |
| Look south the way your mother dwells |
| 'Cause if she knew what’s going on, she’d give you hell |
| I’m the kind of man she warned me of |
| Until there was rock, you only had God |
| You and I have a mutual vow |
| We both like gamery, and we both like loud |
| I got pretty shoes, and I’m kin and proud |
| I’m street-side-out, with my ear to the crowd |
| Move along, son |
| ca-cho, ca-cho |
| ca-cho, ca-cho |
| Woo! |