This is a song for Carol!

You were workin' Japanese fast food

And I dropped you off with your Japanese lover

And you're goin' to the beach all day

You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me

You're looking like you've got some sun

Your blistered lips have got a kiss

That tastes a bit like everyone

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Your bone's got a little machine

(Aaaah!)

You're the bone machine

(Aaaah!)

I was talkin' to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss

He bought me a soda, he bought me a soda

He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot

Yep, yep, yep, yep!

I make you pray, you make me hard

Your Irish skin looks Mexican

Our love is rice and beans and horse's lard

Your bone's got a little machine

(Aaaah!)

You're the bone machine

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh!

Your bone's got a little machine