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 the wall

For when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm

Shalalala

Shalalala

Shalalala

Shalalala

And in a hellcat spangled cavern when your judgement's on the run

And you're acting like a stranger 'cause you thought it looked like fun

Well, 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