Meanwhile some time even later on a Saturday night in downtown Brooklyn, Rockefeller Plaza . . . . . .
She can burn you up in bed
Just like she said
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadShe can throw uh pot t’show(?)
She can start a fire aglow
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadShe puts her head into the fire
Makes you red hot perspire
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadShe was burnt before she was born
Burnin’ up a storm
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadLick out like flame
‘n’ burn you to a shame
‘n’ bite the burnin’ flameThings are burnin’ big
She’s a red hot pig
She’s a hobo wire toaster
She’s a circle on a spitShe’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head
She can stitch you to a wheel
Take you to her fire
‘n’ spin you round ‘n’ round
Boy, you take you downFire Fire Fire
She’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head
Burn you up in bed
Just like she said
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadShe can lick out like a flame
Burn you to a shame
Yeah, bite a burnin’ flameShe can burn you up in bed
Coil you up instead
Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot HeadShe can throw uh pot t’show (?)
She can start a fire aglow(1980)
Based on lyric sheet from the Japanese release of Doc at the Radar Station. Amendments by Steve Froymendments by Steve Froy
You used me like an ashtray heart
Case of the punks
Right from the start
I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
With a saccharine chaperone
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a “shrink”
And pick you up in a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody’s had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody’s had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
New hearts to the dining rooms
Violet heart cake
Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
Ashtray heart
You picked me out, brushed me off
Crushed me while I was burning out
Then you picked me out
Like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Used me for an ashtray heart
Hit me where the lover hangs out
Stood behind the curtain
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart.(1980)
Some of the lyrics as written out by Don:
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