you're an hour late And the sleep's still in your eyes Well, a few too many from the night before Has got you feelin' low Well, the Sex Machine is really
ya, everybody When push comes to shove We know what Michael Jackson can do with that glove Somebody throw him a Pepsi And one for Billie Jean Now light a match for the sex machines
late, don't hesitate 'Cause the Sex Machine is on Hold your red underwear up high He's playing your favorite song CHORUS So, baby Rock naked! 'Cause Pratt
Pepperoni, sourdough and mozzarella cheese Black olives, chives and anchovies Gino's, Pizza Hut and Peter Piper Well, throw me a slice and bring a pitcher
like me instead 'Cause Santa's on the rooftop knockin' down a gift The reindeer bend over and the fun begins CHORUS Donner and Blitzen with Killians Red Beer Dancer and
CHORUS Six pack beauty queen Six pack beauty queen Fattest girl I ever seen She's my six pack beauty queen End of the night, I wanna take her home Seven
You're into fashion Oh, yeah, but I'm into jeans You're into martinis But I'm into pop machines CHORUS You love romantic nights But honey, love and satin
go to no fancy mall It's the Blue Light Special, and man, that's all Steak and lobster, don't need that jive Hamburger Helper keeps me alive Stand in line at the money machine