Born the daughter of a comedian
Middle of the 80's,
Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down
Or else…
Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in the ground,
The longer it keeps raining, the more she has to struggle
To maintain a wonderful time,
Oh yeah!
Go on and laugh it up without me,
I've got smoke in my lungs
And a past life in the trunk,
Oh…
Pretty rattled by the way that she empties a few clips out.
Do I have a choice now?
Point that thing away from me,
Lady.