I'd crawl on my belly like a snake
For a good piece of cake
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake

For a good piece of cake
Love in the trenches
Love that wrenches

Love in the trenches
Love them wenches
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake

For a good piece of cake
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake
For a good piece of cake

I'm up for the battle
No time for the cattle
I'm proud of my scars

So I hang out in bars
And I drink to excess
'Cause my life is a mess

I make a lot of racket
I wear a leather jacket
I play my guitar

Can I borrow your car?
She's in love with ramphoryncus?
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake

For a good piece of cake
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake
For a good piece of cake

Love in the trenches
Love that wrenches
Love in the trenches

Love them wenches
I'd crawl on my belly like a snake
(If I thought I could make it)