Kiss all your fingers... what's that for?
You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all tore.
Cut through your finger and cut you loose.
Lost a lot of blood. Lost a lot of cool cool cool.
Now it ain't such a thrill.
It gets a little dirty like the guts of a hack
and you'll never get it back,
you'll never get the damn thing back.
Looked at a picture. Took up half a roll,
the way you went and took off half your clothes...
and now it ain't such a thrill.
It ain't such a thrill.
It started at the back of the Shell and now it ain't such a thrill.
Running to catch up,
the last city bus,
wearing out your yellow hulla dress.
Lipstick a mess.
Your ch-cherry best.
Kissing on the window just to check on the red.
You know, it ain't such a thrill.
It ain't such a thrill.
It started at the back of the Shell.
Now it ain't such a thrill.