You need a haircut
You need a shoeshine
You need aristocratic
Glow-in-the dark erotic magnet

I know

You need a moped
Half-boy half-hostess
You need a black cadillac so death can drive him or ride in the back

I know

I am a smoke fire
Scared of holy water
People claim I'm possessed by the devil
But Mama, I know I'm possessed by your daughter

I know I've been told
I am dancing through

I am the top dog, top dog
Hot dog, hot dog

You need new body
You need a new latte
You need the lingering scent of holiday men doing hot pilate

I know

You cried "Wet cement!"
You love accidents
You wonder where true love went
'Cause a breeder in your bed don't butter your bread

I know

I am a smoke fire
Scared of holy water
People claim I'm possessed by your daughter,
But Mama, I know I'm possessed by a problem

I know I've been told

I'm passing through

I'm the top dog, top dog
Hot dog, hot dog