Get out of my parlor, won’t you
Get out of my life
Put on that crazy raincoat
You’re gonna need it tonight

Get out of my parlor
For I cut you with a knife
Don’t want your disease
Don’t need your silly jive

I was an innocent by-stander
I was middle of the roadman for you
Then you took me for a ride, now baby
Showed me all the things you could do
I always listen to the good looking lady
A mistake I won’t make no more
‘Cause you might be a good-looking lady
You’re rotten to the core
You’re all fucked up

I’ve been under your influence
Under your spell too long
Now people keep me at a distance
Everything I do is wrong
My brain’s disintegrating
Devil’s singing my song
This cannot continue
This cannot go on

You’re nothing but a long blond animal

Artist: Golden Earring
Album: Prisoner Of The Night
Release Date: 1981
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