There is a ******* Central Park South
Near Mantle's
I call her Satan
She can fly to the west coast
in about twenty minutes
It makes your stomach turn
She's some kind of a demon
or a government project
It's been usurping me since 1973
And I get so tired of it
If it was human
Then, how does it turn into a pinball
How does it break my window
Then, put it back
And why can't I remember her name
Lot's of people know her
She takes care of animals
She shows them she cares
She turns into that steel ball
And puts me into air
Like at the Predators game
Against Tampa at Orlando in '02
or Rutherford Day in '04
Wish this government project would leave me alone
Wish this devils' daughter would just stay home
I showed her to all my "friends"
But, they can't see her
She is real though
They have felt her hand
She pays my friends to make disguises
Then climbs in them
My friends come back from the dead
She taunts me that way
Then destroys me again
Anybody know her?