This is a song for Carol!
You were working at Japanese fast food
And I dropped off your Japanese lover
And you're going to the beach all day
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me
You're looking like you've got some sun
Your blistered lips have got a kiss
That tastes a bit like everyone
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh!
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss
He bought me a soda, he bought me a soda
He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot
Yep, yep yep, yep!
I make you pray, you make me hard
Your Irish skin looks Mexican
Our love is rice and beans and horse's lard
Your bone's got a little machine
You're the bone machine
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh!
Your bone's got a little machine
