Lyrics
Jim and Janet, they had a thing, had a rubber desk in a padded room
Secretary of the Domain, she made a paddle from a missing nerve
She took him under her thumb, wrapped him up tight in her little wing
They tried to put a hold on his tongue. He scooped up his courage and he proceeded to have sung
She tried to hide on the brighter side, pencil restraining her hair
Matched her greenish eyes to the fireflies and wondered if they'd let her fit in
In close, she started to shout"I'm a little girl gorilla and I wanna get out!"
Heels, hose, switches to stun. I swear to Godzilla, it was just for fun
Whispered what her dream was to bomb. H is and hers houses weren't on the list
The glass in her eyes cut the lights. Came right out and said"I must insist that
We take our time at the battle line, smoking pearls overhead"
We have regard for the heavy heart, must be blood on the way
She wants to blow it all back to Babylon, take it down to the studs
She's got a lot of soft spots for the monstrous, holding his gaze with a glare
She wants to swing along with the biggest of bands, turning beats around and around
They'd love to melt you down for later use, glaze you over and over
It's time to put it all back the way it was, carved in the ages of stone
Now make a cold, cold call to Calvary to say"Everyone get up on a cross"
She'd like to blow it all back to Babylon and see if the kingdom will come
Surf is up in the desert
Way down here at the the bottom of Aaron's beard
It is every bit as oily as was feared
A fire inside the eyes sparks the ire of a few iron flies.
Written by: John Elmquist
