I wanna take you to the Garden of Eden. Where they play Duane Eddy not Bert
Weedon. Wanna mingle with the riff raff and be a rebel. So echo the bass
And turn up the treble. Oh yeah, oh yeah.
I wanna smoke my cigarettes in peace. I wanna brush out the parting and
Comb in the grease. I wanna trade my tie for studs and buckles. And tattoo
Your name across my knuckles. Oh yeah.
I wanna tell the world she belongs to me. I wanna carve the news in the
Bark of a tree.
A cupids heart with an arrow going through it.
The stupid part is even then I knew she was wrong for me. Oh yeah.
I was as jealous as hell cause he was just a kid. And he could walk on the
Waltzers like Jesus did. He said you try it, I said it's a piece of cake.
But I knew he knew, I was a worm not a rattlesnake. Oh yeah.
The summer rolled by like a white walled tyre.
Then the candyfloss became barbed wire. She said, you're different you're
Not the same. You're just a jew looking for a christian name.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
Then they chased me through a booming cage of arks. Oh hissing blue Flash
Gordon sparks.
Where dodgems dance on clubbed iron feet.
Kicking each other to death to the beat. Oh yeah.
How come you still invade my dreams. You belong in my Quiff Street
Fairground teens. I don't even know if she's still alive. If she is, she's
Probably married with five kids by now.
Oh yeah.
And I wonder if her husband carries a gun.
Did he throw away his life in a chicken run.
You know I think she made a big mistake.
She should have fallen in love with the worm not the rattlesnake. Oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
