Fatman's Son

I don't stub out anything I need including you, babe

You know I won't put you in the ashtray when I'm through, babe

Got no money

Down the track

Hands are tied

Turning back

Chase that woman

Through a screen

She's so pretty

She's so mean

Focus livers

Time won't wait

Ballerina

Subjugate

Rusty skewer

Make her drool

She's so pretty

She's so cruel

Yeah (Yeah yeah)

I don't care what anybody says, I'm not a fatman's son

I don't need no heat resistant sympathies from anyone

Because I don't eat no unripe fruits

I don't wear no leather boots

If you hear the fatman ring

Wipe his nose before he stings