I’m down on the floor down on the ground I’m knocked out by you It’s like a teenage crush in a sugar can with the date passed overdue Every night at eight ‘o clock and there’s just me and my color TV I’m all set up I’m ready to go I’ve got to be there, be there to turn you on
But there’s bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues with a wiggle of hips Bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues from a pretty mouth you just talk to me talk to me all night long – C’mon
A hurricane moves from down south and there’s a gang war in the west Your hairs in place, your make-up’s great, and you’re strictly business dressed There’s a flood in the east, the assassin of a king and a report of a missing flight You turn to the left you turn to the right and then you wish me, you wish me a nice night
But there’s bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues with a wiggle of hips Bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues
But there’s bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues with a wiggle of hips Bad news from your pretty red lips Sad blues from a pretty mouth you just talk to me talk to me all night long – C’mon