I'm a gypsy mother and I got no home tonight
A red nekked gunner and I'm lookin' for fun tonight
Things have got to be better than this
Come on little lady/young miss
We'll get on the stars and ride them until dawn

Well I told you last night
I ran into Dorothy Le May
Whose real name [meunter] Baby, I can't say
There's big money/trouble in this
But, I gotta have my say before I split
and
Hope that someday they don't crawl up to my door again

Well they all had a plan take the money man's money and leave him
And some got caught and others are gonna be leaving
Because the wolves of the wild ride tonight
and they're gonna stick around till daylight
They'll claw and fight through the night
Until everything is even
Then you will be believing

Some rely on cleaning machines  
the vacuum to **** up the dust,  
and one to scrub floors gleaming clean  
replacing same when those get bust.  
A hammer, these, to crack that nut  
as I think of the leccy price  
you can hear me go tut tut tut
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.  

No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans  
but **** nekked I swing my ****,  
to make dust motes fly in sun beams  
my mind flies with these, as it must...  
momentarily, till I'm pushed  
by brush in hand and in a trice  
I'm back to Earth to strut my stuff  
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.  

A cloth, Acdo, a mop some bleach  
my **** high nose down as I scrub,  
recalling grandma's quick brief screach  
quickly cured by her back-hand rub.  
The bleach does it to me, I blub,  
at memories that sting enticed,  
as I rinse out my cloth in the tub,  
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.  

Not for me the machine's hub-hub  
If offered I say " ain't my vice "  
I'll keep my Aladdin's lamp to rub  
cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.