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| Pete Atkin sings
Rattlesnake Rock by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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I gotta file my teeth and glue fish-scales on my tongue I gotta grease my hair from a tub of orang-utan dung I gotta stay outrageous even if I can't stay young Rattlesnake Rock, let it roll Rattlesnake Rock, let if roll There's a hole in my sock, there's a slide-rule in my soul I pull open my shirt and climb into my sling-back heels And my aerosol eczema tingles before it congeals On my chicken-bone chest in a blaze of pimples and weals Rattlesnake Rock, let it roll Rattlesnake Rock, let if roll There's a hole in my sock, there's a slide-rule in my soul I foam at the mouth in spasms of sadistic rage When I'm burning a baby and eating the ashes on stage And screwing a skunk through a hole in the back of its cage Rattlesnake Rock, let it roll, kill your mother Rattlesnake Rock, let if roll, rape your brother There's a hole in my sock, there's a slide-rule in my soul | |||||
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