| I used to get sick with solitude |
| I was always better in the multitude |
| But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower |
| Hi ho at the end of my rope |
| I watch it all through a telescope |
| I think, I’d have a better chance to see the Pope |
| I get so bored with his shtick and his mini minute dick |
| And all his high and mighty shit, I’m a witch |
| Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch |
| I’m concentratin' on the big laugh |
| You just acting like that damn old riff raff |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| I’m so sick of your Jersey rap |
| Your slab rat white as a tic-tac |
| Why don’t you take a dirt nap |
| You make me laugh and I know who I’m laughin' at |
| Big Jersey hoo-haa |
| Like your style, like your freedom of speech |
| Like your dirty thoughts, like your cream of wheat |
| Tuesday is out |
| Never may be great, level down and read 'em |
| From the garden state, this is a Jersey plate |
| Saturday in pretty drivin' in the city |
| Your boom is a distortion |
| Your act is a contortion |
| The perfume and pretension |
| Your hair in invention |
| Ha, ha, ha the hive is hummin' |
| I thought, I heard it all |
| But there’s still more comin' |
| Put it in, put it in, why don’t you put it in? |
| Put it in, put it in, why don’t you put it in? |
| Put it in, put it in, why don’t you put it in? |
| Put it in, put it in, why don’t you put it in? |
| Put it in, put it in, why don’t you put it in? |
| Put it in, put it in |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| You said your name was what |
| What kind of a name is that? |
| Shooting past me on the turnpike |
| Should have told you to take a hike |
| But there was somethin' |
| I don’t know what |
| That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude |
| Mediterranean lastitude |
| I guess you did give me a rush |
| Yeah, you gave me a thrill |
| Felt so hot and flushed |
| I even had to take a pill |
| And your pattern yeah, your method yeah |
| The way you deliver long and slow |
| The way you get your percussion goin' |
| Goin' strong and it’s my turn to be blowin' |
| Yeah, singin' my song |
| You think you know me |
| Think again |
| Who’s your friend? |
| Who put this freak flag in the mail? |
| Why you sending me this pig tail? |
| You back in jail |
| I got your post card sayin' |
| How it is in that pen your in |
| Signed don’t forget me, lot’s of love from adrenaline |
| Give it a rest, give it a rest |
| You got one dimension pure pretension |
| Cross the river start to shiver |
| Over to the big smoke, and it’s no joke |
| I told you, one more word from you |
| About Jersey and you’re dead |
| Shakedown baby |
| And I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| I don’t wanna have to see |
| What you got hidin' in your body cavity? |
| Shakedown baby |
| Let me lick that, uh, uh |
| Can I kiss that? No |
| Let me kiss that |
| Let me lick that, come on |
| Let me lick that |
| Uh, huh, it might be too sweet |
| It won’t be too sweet |