Hey! Oh!
Hey! Oh!
Outside an a**hole is crawling out of his hole
Back of his back black
Look out, lucky monkeys!
A lady with red plastic
Saxophone lined lips kicks
Fears and tears put out matches
Look out, lucky monkeys!
I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven
On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning, every sammy morning
And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Boulevard cucarachas tryn' to look like Bowie
Tryn' to be sick as Mick, look out lucky monkeys!
I'm just on number 7, working this world one eleven
On my back, in my bed every sammy morning, every sammy morning
And I was born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead
Born dead crazy
Born dead
Born dead crazy
Born dead crazy, born crazy, born dead!