Screwed Blued & Tattooed (1989) Red Bullet Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Turn it up! Me 'n boys went out for a ride Typical attitude, we almost died Comin' out of the 7-Eleven Oooh the road was blocked She was a 747
Turn it on, turn around You got me, spellbound
(When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all (When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all
A big fat biker tried to poke her She said, no no no you're just another joker Put up or shut up, you're makin' me sick Too much of your lipstick There's too much on your dipstick
Turn it up, turn around You got me down on to the ground
(When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all (When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all Baby don't stop me
Turn it up, turn around You got me down on to the ground
(When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all (When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all Baby you can't stop me (When the brains go to the balls) Oh we're outta control, pack 'n roll (When the brains go to the balls) Nothin' can stop us, nothin' at all You can't stop us, no When the brains go to the balls