From the recording Hey Sicko
Lyrics
Rolling up in black cadillacs
Beauty Queens are strutting their airs
Me and my good friend Doctor Jack, oh
We’re raising a condition Yeah we’re starting a commotion
Strolling on the 21st floor
Cultured criminals on the prowl
A midnight cowboy shaking a score, oh
Million dollar gypsies sweating footloose in the city
Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody Lovers, Sinners, Saints and Pretenders, Say yeah Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody shout Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Stepping to my jam Suzie Q,
Two by two’s are on the backbeat
Come on baby let’s blow up a fuse
We’re reeling n we’re rocking n we’re never gonna be stopping
Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody Lovers, Sinners, Saints and Pretenders, Say yeah Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody shout Bring it on, bring it on, bring it...
Twisting outta control, with a bit of rock and roll
Like a satellite spinning around me again-again again again
Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody Lovers, Sinners, Saints, Rock & Rollas, Say yeah Bitter, lace and leather, Offenders, Everybody shout Bring it on, bring it on, bring it...
Bitter, lace and leather, Yeah, Oh, Alright, uh-huh Bitter, lace and leather, Everybody shout
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on, mmm