I heard you knocking on my cellar door You started jonesing and came back for more It's not a miracle It's just a new kind of kick
You tried to call me on the telephone Just like a dog you're looking for a bone It's not a miracle You just don't give a shit
So loosen up on that waistband And cut it loose in the wasteland
My my and-a boo-hoo Mister Sister, what you gonna do? Hi hi and-a ho ho Mister Sister, where you gonna go?
My my and-a boo-hoo!
You told the papers that you quit that scene You sold your story to the magazine It wasn't chemistry You turned a new kind of trick
You rode your unicycle 'round the block You acted like you knew just when to stop It's such a spectacle You don't know when to quit - now you've got ticks!
So now you're puplic sanitation Now you're the sewer of the nation
My my and-a boo-hoo Mister Sister, what you gonna do? Hi hi and-a ho ho Mister Sister, where you gonna go?