Well early morning underneath the city Ain't no trial gonna rescue me I come from the mountain, I've returned again Without a tear, naturally Get out, whoo Girls like to smile half the time Boys are the trouble all the time Sitting in the pockets just a dime Lifting hefty spirits from the slime (?) yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck, whoo No one wants a heartache or the kind Everyone's a problem sometimes Ripping open secrets day and night Filling up our insides, what a fright (?) yuck yuck yuck yuck yuck, whoo