John Cale - Dirty-Ass Rock 'n' Roll lyrics

Well, it's too damn early and
Your eyes are bleeding
From the vicious bottle the night before
And the last thing you need is a nicety-nice
And small talk crawls out your ears
Maybe it makes you feel just
Like an undercover Sigmund Freud
I hear it makes you feel just
Like an undercover Sigmund Freud

Hey there, hey now, hey there, hey now
Well, you can make a pacemaker blink, yeah
Easy thing make a man's heart go
Bibbity-bom bippity-bom bippity-bom
Like a gentle drum
And knowing you it ain't ever done

So go on, go on, go on, darling, go on
Yeah go on, go on darling, go on, go on

Yeah, the secretaries and
Typewriters chattering away
Chatter-chatter-chatter-chatter
Chatter-chatter-chatter, chatter away
It ought to make you sick when
You hear a woman cry
When she don't get just whatever she wants
But not my woman
She just keeps on keeping on
That's my woman, my woman
That moving on shuffle side to side
That sure can turn me on

Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll

Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now
And the beach is a thing
And the bees don't sting
Like complaining from a downtown whore
I got my plasma patches and my
Hypodermic in hermetically sealed kid gloves
Yeah, tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me tell me tell me

Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll
Dirty ass rock'n'roll