I ve got a woman she s wild as Rome
She like being naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge and sets it on fire
lands like a bird on a telephone wire
*Chorus*
I m gonna hollar and i m gonna scream
I m gonna get me some mescaline
then I m gonn ryme that with gasoline
it s a drunken poets dream
there s some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
a few paper back books by Loiue L amour
wiskey bottles are scattered like last nights clothes
with ciggarettes, papers and oreos
my harmonica has got a busted reed
lips are chapped and about to bleed
she says thats nothing when she was a kid
she danced with the dead at the pyramids
*Repeat chorus*
*harmonica jam*
now i ll never pay back my student loans
smellin like coors and cheap colgne
she tells me not to worry about judgement day
she says dieng to live in heaven just aint our way
*repeat Chorus*
now i got a woman whos wild as Rome
She likes being naked and gazed upon
