Kidnapper - 24-Bit Digital Remaster

Uh huh, you've got an unnerving face
Twitching eyes like Norman Bates
You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror
Farm boy, brown gas station sweeper

You took that girl
You put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple and
She don't know, you're the kidnapper, uh huh

Uh hey, your daddy's Whiskey Sam
He's got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland
Playing solitaire, your mother fidgets
You wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches

She bitches like a brat, she got the money
People breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny
Where's your old man now?
Nobody's home, uh huh

Kidnapper
Kidnapper
Kidnapper
Kidnapper (uhn, uh-uh)
Well, she don't know, you're the kidnapper, uh huh

Uh hey, they call you Skinny Jim
And nobody knows the boat you're in
They dipped your tail when you were back in school
Well, you're a real strange case, but you're nobody's fool

So you took that girl
You put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she's fresh out of diapers and
She don't know, you're the kidnapper, uh huh

She don't know, you're the kidnapper, uh huh
But where's your old man now?
Nobody's home, uh-huh
Well, she don't know, you're the kidnapper, uh huh