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