Hell In A Bucket

Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker

And I showed him a picture of you

He said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her

Seemed like the least I could do.

Cause when he's chargin' his chopper

Up and down your carpeted halls

You won't think it by contrast quite proper

Never mind how I stumble and fall.



You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot

For a taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride.



Cause you're a sweet little softcore pretender

Somehow, babe, it got hot as it gets

With your black leather chrome spiked suspenders

And your chain and your whip and your pets



Well we know you're the reincarnation

Of the ravenous Catherine the Great

And we know how you love your ovations

To the Z-rated scenes you create.



You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot

For a taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride.



You analyze me, tend to despise me, you laugh

When I stumble and fall

There may come a day when I'll dance on your grave

Unable to dance I'll still crawl across it

Unable to dance I'll still crawl

Unable to dance I'll crawl.



You must really consider the circus

It just might be your kind of zoo

I can't think of a place that's more perfect

For a person as perfect as you.



And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely

Cause I wouldn't know where to begin

Well I know you will think of me only

When the snakes come marching in.



You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot

For taste of your elegant pride

I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe

But at least I'm enjoying the ride, at least I'll enjoy the ride.

Ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride

Ride, ride, ride

At least I'll enjoy the ride.

At least I'll enjoy the ride.

AT LEAST I'LL ENJOY THE RIDE.