Bad News From Pretty Red Lips

I'm down on the floor down on the ground I'm knocked out by you
 It's like a teenage crush in a sugar can with the date passed overdue
 Every night at eight 'o clock and there's just me and my color TV
 I'm all set up I'm ready to go I've got to be there, be there to turn you on
 But there's bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues with a wiggle of hips
 Bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues from a pretty mouth you just talk to me talk to me all night long
 C'mon
 
 A hurricane moves from down south and there's a gang war in the west
 Your hairs in place, your make-up's great, and you're strictly business dressed
 There's a flood in the east, the assassin of a king and a report of a missing flight
 You turn to the left you turn to the right and then you wish me, you wish me a nice night
 But there's bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues with a wiggle of hips
 Bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues
 But there's bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues with a wiggle of hips
 Bad news from your pretty red lips
 Sad blues from a pretty mouth you just talk to me talk to me all night long
 C'mon
 B-b-b bad news from pretty red lips