The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala

Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and leaves you supercharged Makes me wanna blow the candles out Just to see if you glow in the dark Shalalala, shalalala Shalalala, shalalala Home sweet home, home sweet home Home sweet booby-trap I took the batteries out my mysticism and put 'em in my thinking cap She's got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on her wall For when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm Shalalala, shalalala Shalalala, shalalala Oh, oh-oh-oh And in a hellcat spangled cavern When your judgment's on the road And you're acting like a stranger 'Cause you thought it looked like fun And did you ever get the feeling That these are things she's said before? Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure What you waiting for? Sing another fucking Shalalala, shalalala Shalalala, shalalala