She was a live-wire
She was stuck in the past
I was holding the middle
You was wakin' up fast
It was four in the morning
She was holding on tight
To a David Bowie look-alike circa '85
Now he's turning up his amplifier, staring at his toes
Even when he's looking at you he's still lookin' down his nose
Sounds like Surf Music maybe more than just a little
But, to me, it's just another form of California dribble
The top and bottom look straight to me--but shaky in the middle
Well, there's something to be learned here
Though it may seem a little insincere
Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear
You're a Country singer; I'm a cavalier
Well, I wanna know the whole story over
Where you came from, where you're going
However long it takes to know you
With your Heavy Metal heartbeat
Salty, but you seem sweet
Tippy toes on both feet
Rockin' to the teen beat
Well, ice cream, soda pop, bourbon on the top
Some people call it Rock & Roll, some people call it Pop
Some people call it Country Music every time you use a fiddle
How am I supposed to know if that's a fact or just a riddle?
Too tight around the edges--leave a little room to wiggle
Well, there's something to be learned here
Though it may seem a little insincere
Like a cruel clown grinning ear to ear
You're a psycho-killer; I'm a cavalier