Hell in a Bucket

Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could do. Cause when he's chargin' his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls You won't think it by contrast quite proper Never mind how I stumble and fall. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. Aw you're a sweet little softcore pretender Somehow, baby got hard as it gets With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders And your chair and your whip and your pets Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great And we know how you love your ovations To the Z-rated scenes you create. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride. You analyze me, attempt to despise me, you laugh When I stumble and fall There may come a day, I will dance on your grave If unable to dance I will crawl across it Unable to dance I will crawl Unable to dance I'll crawl. You must really consider the circus It just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely Cause I wouldn't know where to begin Well I know you will think of me only When the snakes come marching in. You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'm enjoying the ride. Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride Ride, ride, ride At least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. AT LEAST I'LL ENJOY THE RIDE.