Lyrics - 

You got da
Monkey grip
Handle bars
Front row seat at all the titty bars
Loose lid on some recalled gin
Bettin' whether Bubbles be late again

Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra

Downtown with all the psycho creeps
Right past the sewer where the demon sleeps
A punky ghoul
A drunken fool
All just losers too cool for school

You can't tell if he fight like hell
Or if he's just down and out with the raunchy local
But I bet he'd like a hit of the milky white pink
All he gotta do is find a brain to fuckin' think

Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra

You got da
Red hair and a shiny car
Gaslightin' everything about what you are
Push pins on razor thins
You gotta get pricked every now and then

Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra

Inside
We're all alive
Gettin' kicks
Shootin' shit
Watchin' time go by
Then come the hour
When you're empowered
You say that one little thing to make the world go sour

You can't tell if she's gonna fail
Or if she's just bowing out with that ego so frail
But I bet she'd like a taste of a checkered white flag
All she gotta do is find another soul to drag

Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra
Queen Cobra

You got da
Eagles nest and a falcon crest
Struttin' everywhere pushin' out your chest
Tight lipped he don't make a sound
Just a low end rumble from the ground and pound

Off a ledge
Or with a sledge
Won't really hit with all the bets you hedge
Self immolate and
Concentrate
See yourself as a feather instead of ash and hate

You can't tell if it's really Hell
Better just stick to what you know well
With all the tales turning true
And all the moods going blue
Going back to you

Queen Cobra
Joker ate the King
Bought the locust ring
Queen Cobra
Now we all see what the songbirds sing
Queen Cobra
Joker ate the King
Bought the locust ring
Queen Cobra
Now we all see what the songbirds sing
Queen Cobra

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