I Am the (Res)Erection
Yoko's cutting keys in Soho, I've been there and I should know, oh, face it
I'll stick up for Aunty Sally, Worzel's just a dirty scally fragrant
And Mia Farrow's patching marrows down in the place where all the face fit
Robin Cousin's doing dozens on a little pudding, so he rakes it
I'm a resurrection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
Shirley Bassey's playing Lassie up a pole in Tallahassee, hates it
Norris McWhirter's doing furters in a little place, how's he fake it?
It's another appetiser I can go and buy a Tizer, laced fit
I don't know where I've been but I know where I've been is near a lake
I'm an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
(Rock and roll)
(And to find anybody to stand testament to the truth, oh)
(Through your teeth)
(Play with your teeth)
(Like a Mexican rave)
(With a bandito)
(Sock it to me, daddy)
I am an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
(Dance, dance)
(I'll shoot you in the groin)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Light it all up, like your loss)
I'll stick up for Aunty Sally, Worzel's just a dirty scally fragrant
And Mia Farrow's patching marrows down in the place where all the face fit
Robin Cousin's doing dozens on a little pudding, so he rakes it
I'm a resurrection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
Shirley Bassey's playing Lassie up a pole in Tallahassee, hates it
Norris McWhirter's doing furters in a little place, how's he fake it?
It's another appetiser I can go and buy a Tizer, laced fit
I don't know where I've been but I know where I've been is near a lake
I'm an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
(Rock and roll)
(And to find anybody to stand testament to the truth, oh)
(Through your teeth)
(Play with your teeth)
(Like a Mexican rave)
(With a bandito)
(Sock it to me, daddy)
I am an erection
I may steal your soul
I am very evil
I live for rock and roll
(Dance, dance)
(I'll shoot you in the groin)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Light it all up, like your loss)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers
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