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[Intro]
Blast off!
[Chorus]
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Someone call the law
Someone call the cops
She's doing that
Jackyard backoff
[Verse 1]
Well, it's just another red hot night down at the go-go lounge
Her spiked heels sink into that penetration sound
That big old ... grip is gonna be the death of me
...murder in the first degree
[Chorus]
She's doing the
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Someone call the law
Someone call the cops
She's doing the
Jackyard backoff
[Verse 2]
Well, she done ... [?] across the ocean
From the perfume fields of France
... [?] gleaming down the hot pants on her ass
Just about half of me ... [?] like this
Hey ... [?] baby, how's about a little kiss, huh?
[Chorus]
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Someone call the law
Someone call the cops
She's doing the
Jackyard backoff
Ha!
[Guitar solo]
Blast off!
[Chorus]
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Woo yeah!
Grab the keys to the car, man, that girl knows how to ride
She's got a hold on me that I just can't
[Chorus]
She's going to
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Jackyard backoff
Wooo!
Much, much better