Whoo!

Sixteen and a son of a (*##$!

Got a gun and a strychnine twitch!
Little girl on the graveyard shift!
Out of control and doesn't give a %#@! waaa-waa!


(I don't want to go down. I don't want to...)
Gotta lose control!

So stop, drop, and roll!
So baby doll don't you lose your touch.
You take it all cause it's never gonna take to much.


Dirty mouth and the look of death.
My tequila coming from your breath.

Your lips are like a cherry bomb with teeth.
Losing control, break my sanity ahhh!!!


(I don't want to go down. I don't want to...)
Gotta lose control!
So stop, drop, and roll!

So baby doll don't you lose your touch.
You take it all cause it's never gonna take to much.


(Guitar Solo) Wooo!

(I don't want to go down. I don't want to...)

Gotta lose control!
So stop, drop, and roll!
Alright...

So baby doll don't you lose your touch.
You take it all cause it's never gonna take to much.