Hey, go take a suck on a hookah pipe
There's nothin' like a sucker of a hooker in a job that she don't like
A sucker of a hooker who only deals in butchers tripe
And when the backside of the moon is bruised in black and blue
She'll sell you a little dreamtime on Electric Avenue
But the one-armed bandit's three eyes are just rollin' out the cards
Cos it's just a numbers game baby, a shotgun shoot charade
It sings "I'd let you kiss me sweetheart but you know you're just not my type"
And the junks your only jackpot dude, go suck your hookah pipe
Or else my low-activity variant might scratch your scar tissue
Oh, don't be a sucker for a hooker on Electric Avenue
Where your MAO-A honey-child, your friendly warrior gene
Is just polishing up the enzymes of my rusty fruit machine
Talk dirty to me sweetheart but try and keep it clean
Because in this dodgem-dance-la-dangerous is shark-feeding on the hype of the double-dealing dream-times
Just go suck your hookah pipe
And on the other pavement all the saints are coming to in this clinical arrangement on Electric Avenue
And when you've candy-flossed me honey
And you've neutralised my smog
I'll know your just love my money and I'll know I hate your dog
And when your Alopecia appetite is hurting for new skin
I'll just sell your mutt to Foo Man Chu whilst another guest checks in
Cos we're just a mirror-image baby
A similar fairground fleece cuckoo
Just sucking on the hookah pipe of Electric Avenue
Where your Johnny's just a time-lord in some lousy tin machine
Where the devil is in the detail of all the spaces inbetween
Just pull the lever sucker, feed another dollar in the slot
'Cos it's getting hot beneath your collar and this fridge is all we've got
So feed me dreamtimes honey, I've just mushed your dog for tripe
And your hands now a little dirty with my money
Yeah, just go suck your hookah pipe!
Pearl Diver - A Whore in a Small Room Off Electric Avenue Lyrics
Pearl Diver - A Whore in a Small Room Off Electric Avenue Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Hey, go take a suck on a hookah pipe
There's nothin' like a sucker of a hooker in a job that she don't like
A sucker of a hooker who only deals in butchers tripe
And when the backside of the moon is bruised in black and blue
She'll sell you a little dreamtime on Electric Avenue
But the one-armed bandit's three eyes are just rollin' out the cards
Cos it's just a numbers game baby, a shotgun shoot charade
It sings "I'd let you kiss me sweetheart but you know you're just not my type"
And the junks your only jackpot dude, go suck your hookah pipe
Or else my low-activity variant might scratch your scar tissue
Oh, don't be a sucker for a hooker on Electric Avenue
Where your MAO-A honey-child, your friendly warrior gene
Is just polishing up the enzymes of my rusty fruit machine
Talk dirty to me sweetheart but try and keep it clean
Because in this dodgem-dance-la-dangerous is shark-feeding on the hype of the double-dealing dream-times
Just go suck your hookah pipe
And on the other pavement all the saints are coming to in this clinical arrangement on Electric Avenue
And when you've candy-flossed me honey
And you've neutralised my smog
I'll know your just love my money and I'll know I hate your dog
And when your Alopecia appetite is hurting for new skin
I'll just sell your mutt to Foo Man Chu whilst another guest checks in
Cos we're just a mirror-image baby
A similar fairground fleece cuckoo
Just sucking on the hookah pipe of Electric Avenue
Where your Johnny's just a time-lord in some lousy tin machine
Where the devil is in the detail of all the spaces inbetween
Just pull the lever sucker, feed another dollar in the slot
'Cos it's getting hot beneath your collar and this fridge is all we've got
So feed me dreamtimes honey, I've just mushed your dog for tripe
And your hands now a little dirty with my money
Yeah, just go suck your hookah pipe!
There's nothin' like a sucker of a hooker in a job that she don't like
A sucker of a hooker who only deals in butchers tripe
And when the backside of the moon is bruised in black and blue
She'll sell you a little dreamtime on Electric Avenue
But the one-armed bandit's three eyes are just rollin' out the cards
Cos it's just a numbers game baby, a shotgun shoot charade
It sings "I'd let you kiss me sweetheart but you know you're just not my type"
And the junks your only jackpot dude, go suck your hookah pipe
Or else my low-activity variant might scratch your scar tissue
Oh, don't be a sucker for a hooker on Electric Avenue
Where your MAO-A honey-child, your friendly warrior gene
Is just polishing up the enzymes of my rusty fruit machine
Talk dirty to me sweetheart but try and keep it clean
Because in this dodgem-dance-la-dangerous is shark-feeding on the hype of the double-dealing dream-times
Just go suck your hookah pipe
And on the other pavement all the saints are coming to in this clinical arrangement on Electric Avenue
And when you've candy-flossed me honey
And you've neutralised my smog
I'll know your just love my money and I'll know I hate your dog
And when your Alopecia appetite is hurting for new skin
I'll just sell your mutt to Foo Man Chu whilst another guest checks in
Cos we're just a mirror-image baby
A similar fairground fleece cuckoo
Just sucking on the hookah pipe of Electric Avenue
Where your Johnny's just a time-lord in some lousy tin machine
Where the devil is in the detail of all the spaces inbetween
Just pull the lever sucker, feed another dollar in the slot
'Cos it's getting hot beneath your collar and this fridge is all we've got
So feed me dreamtimes honey, I've just mushed your dog for tripe
And your hands now a little dirty with my money
Yeah, just go suck your hookah pipe!
Writer: Peter Cripps
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid