Like a tall Texas yucca, straight up red
She preferred playing games in her big brass bed
She liked me to rub oil on the soles of her feet
She moved like a jaguar out on the street
The dead cat bounce
The robots were whirling
The dead cat bounce
As the Betsy Ross flag's unfurling
She tossed fortune cookies to the golden gulls
Lived in a mansion full of skulls
She liked me to put my X into her Y
She moved like a goddess floating by
The dead cat bounce
Fraught with delusion
The dead cat bounce
Nothing but mass confusion
She wore her emotions like a suicide vest
Held Camus, Dali and Kafka against her breast
She clung to my whole being till the morning light
While moving like a jaguar piercing the night
The dead cat bounce
The queen's undressed
It's a new day for the empire
And the king's a mess
The dead cat bounce
The dead cat bounce
The dead cat bounce
The dead cat bounce
The dead cat bounce