Kiss all your fingers... what's that for?
You'll never get to heaven with you shirt all tore
Cut through your finger and cut you loose
Lost a lot a blood
Lost a lot a cool cool cool

Now it ain't such a thrill

It get's 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 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-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