12/8 seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming on me She said rock 'n roll don't her nothing but bad dreams
So she planned my funeral and left me for A corpse in a double bed But now she's standing on my front
She goes 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 knockin' at my Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
Well, would you look at She's got a perfume and her fancy clothes And a in her hair Well, she ain't and I'll give her that
But she all there And her body ain't as as her underwear Her stomach ain't big enough I To eat up all the mean words she spoke
She gonna try to quiet but the doorbell's broke She have to knock, knock, knock, I said You're gonna knock, knock, knock,
She come at my door Now she come at my door Now her key it fit I'm not let her in
She knockin' at my door Now she come knockin' at my 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 hair of my Would I ever to begin to let you in