Blondie - Shakedown Lyrics
I used to get sick with solitudeI was always better in the multitudeBut now I like it up here all alone in my ivory towerHi-ho at the end of my ropeI watch it all through a telescopeI think I'd have a better chance to see the popeI get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dickAnd all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witchWell, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditchI'm concentrating on the big laughYou just acting like that damn old Riff-RaffShakedown babyI don't want to have to seeWhat you got hiding in your body cavityI'm so sick of your Jersey rapYour slab rat white as a tic-tacWhy don't you take a dirt napYou make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing atBig Jersey hoo-haaLike your style, like your freedom of speechLike your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of WheatTuesday is outNever may be great, level down and read 'emFrom the Garden State, this is a Jersey plateSaturdayin' pretty driving in the cityYour boom is a distortionYour act is a contortionThe perfume and pretensionYour hair in inventionHa,Ha,Ha the hive is hummingI thought I heard it allBut there's still more comingPut it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it inYou said your name was whatWhat kind of a name is thatShooting past me on the turnpikeShould have told you to take a hikeBut there was somethingI don't know whatThat I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitudeMediterranean lastitudeI guess you did give me a rushYeah you gave me a thrillFelt so hot and flushedI even had to take a pillAnd your pattern yeah your method yeahThe way you deliver long and slowThe way you get your percussion goingGoing strong, and it's my turn to be blowingYeah singing my songYou think you know meThink againWho's your friendWho put this freak flag in the mailWhy you sending me this pig tailYou back in JailI got your post card sayingHow it is in that pen your inSigned don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenalineGive it a rest, give it a restYou got one dimension pure pretensionCross the river start to shiverOver to the big smoke, and it's no jokeI told you one more word from youAbout Jersey and your deadLet me lick that uh uhCan I kiss that, noLet me kiss thatLet me lick that come onLet me lick thatUh huh it might be too sweetIt won't be too sweet
