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