Shadow of the Cemetery Man

Spin a turntable for the ugly ones Rocky mountain high in the California sun One is, one is, one is us Hitching a ride on a black magic bus She gotta a rock and she gotta a roll I don't give a fuck, I ain't never growing old She gotta a rock and she gotta a roll I don't give a fuck, I ain't never growing old (All right everybody, on the count of three) (Gotta let it all hang out) (One, two three, go!) Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man Yellow submarine said, "Jump right in" A self-made freak just selling you some skin now Mock your Christ with crowning thorns Praying to a demon sporting cheap plastic horns, yeah Hate is your God, so twist and shout Get out on the floor and work that fucker out now Hate is your God, so twist and shout Get out on the floor and work that fucker out now (All right everybody, on the count of three) (Gotta let it all hang out) (One, two three, go!) Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man Take your baby over to dead's man curve Going down, down, down if you got the nerve Take your baby over to dead man's curve Going down, down, down if you got the nerve now (Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig) Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man Dig it, sexy mama Well, I'm a cemetery man