歌詞: Blondie. The Curse Of Blondie. Shake Down.

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 concentrating on the big laugh

You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff

Shakedown baby

I don't want to have to see

What you got hiding 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 laughing 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

Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city


Your act is a contortion
Your boom is a distortion

The perfume and pretension

Your hair in invention

Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming

I thought I heard it all

But there's still more coming


Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in
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 something

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 going

Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing

Yeah singing 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 saying

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 your dead


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