You used to swing your big ole breasts around town For every man to get a good look You used to hang your lingerie upside down Out in the sun to cook But when that twister rolled through Kentucky And ripped up our trailer park I saw your big butt flyin' through the window And the hound dogs started to bark And you ain't givin' me grief no more Tornado alley has evened up the score
You used to wear a bullseye on your satin slip For every man to throw his dart The whisky bottle lived under the kitchen sink With your perfime from K-Mart Then you quit your job at the Chinese laundry And it pissed off real good You started hangin' out at the methadone clinic A shame on the neighborhood And you ain't givin' me grief any more, baby Tornado alley has evened up the score
Your big blonde wig and your floppy hat Disappeared as the wind came through I hung on to your Siamese cat But that's the last I saw of you, yeah
You used to bash your Bible on the street corner Like an evangelical fool But I know your little friend in the dog collar Had his hands all over you They say that Jesus suffered for our sins Hell, he didn't suffer for mine Take that Bible up into the whirlwind I hope you all have a good time And you ain't givin' me grief no more, baby Tornado alley has evened up the scoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
