Come together men of wood. Burning sunsets where you stood. Like three hats lying in the snow. There's nowhere left for you to go. . Light escaping through the door.
She's a leprechaun with mouth full of bile. She's a movie lover, suckin' cock in the isle. It's like ten thousand dicks, when you're not really gay. She's a Death Row contract, when you hate Dr. Dre.
Mustang Sally. Good God. Guess you better slow your mustang down. . Mustang Sally, now baby. You gotta slow, you gotta slow that old mustang down. You've been running all over the town now girlfriend.