12/8 time seemed to her to be sort of life of crime With the handcuffs and the clubs coming down on me She rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams
So she planned my funeral and me for dead A corpse in a double bed But now standing on my front porch
She knock, knock, knock, knock Knock, knock, knock,
She come at my door Now she come knockin' at my Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
Now she come knockin' at my Now she come knockin' at my Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
Well, you look at here She's got a perfume and her fancy clothes And a ribbon in her Well, she ain't bad-lookin' and give her that
But she all there And her ain't as sexy as her underwear Her stomach ain't big I suppose To eat up all the mean words that she
She try to ring quiet but the doorbell's broke She have to knock, knock, knock, I said You're knock, knock, knock, yeah
She come at my door Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She come knockin' at my Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in I no
She a knock-knock, let me in She a knock-knock, let me in She come a knock-knock, Oh,
No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no
Not by the of my chinny-chin-chin Would I ever consider to to let you in