She was a women of mystery.
And what she wanted I could not see.
A three year trip on the dragon,
Until the clinic had to get me clean.
We were a party and always drunk.
Befre I knew it, the wreckage sunk.
Shake, trip, shimmy and we'd do the bump,
Everybody's swingin' to the Brown Derby Jump. Jump ... do the Jump ... do the Jump The beautiful life is always damned
You gotta fall into the quicksand
A deadly kiss from a temptress can serve
To make a truly wayward man.
She's not a talker, her teeth are fixed
But she's a looker who lives for kicks
A nightmare straight from the Otto Dix
Everybody swingin' to the Brown Derby chicks Jump ... do the Jump ... do the Jump