Well I said from the first

I am the worst kind of guy

For you to be around

You shouldn’t stick with me

You trust me too much, you see

I won’t cry when you say goodbye

I’m out of tears

I just can’t pour my heart out

To another living thing

I’m a whisper

I’m a shadow

But I’m standing up to sing

[ Go on, take her for a ride, Mick > full of sexual innuendo, a song that’s not really about a car ]

Jack her up baby, go on, open the hood

I want to check if her oil smells good

Mmmm … smells like caviar

Slinky like a panther

You can hear her purr

Touch her on the seat

Go on, feel the fur

I get sick somebody stop this pain

And the doctors says you’ll be okay

And if you’d only stay away

From femme fatales and dirty bitches

And daylight drabs and nightime witches

And working girls and blue stockings

And dance hall babes and body poppers

And waitresses with broken noses

Checkout girls striking poses

And politicians’ garish wives

With alcoholic cunts like knives