There's a shuttle coming into dock A key fitting into the lock That opens the gates between me and you And turns up the heat on the stew
When we pass the baton tonight We'll wonder as we lose our grip As it shuttles back and forth so freely Which end's the base and which is the tip? We got a funny situation, you and me We're the piston and the shaft But who's going in and who's coming out? Who's drinking wine out of who's carafe?
Chinga, chinga, change, a little change It's a sacrament Each night turn me over again
When the car parks in the garage When the beauty receives her beau There's a border taut and bold That's a feeling we'll never know
You're the hard spot on my seat I'm the drooling bitch in heat I'm your gravy baster gun You're my creamy squishy bun We got a funny situation, you and me We're the beaver and the hog But who's biting what and what's eating whom? We're a dripping marsh full of frogs
Chinga, chinga, change, a little change It's a sacrament Each night turn me over again