[J. Whitney / R. Chapman] Sick and tired, all hay-wired, fever that's for sure Moon, lune girl erection for a cure Boom bang, shotgun man I said I feel as if I'm dead Cos I got those TV nudes Running through my head Scratch scratch, old Tom cat Screaming every night He's going round smelling every one-eyed she-cat in sight Full grown, big yellow moon Excite me awful bad But it make all the girls come running Cause they like it mad Sick and tired, all hay-wired, fever that's for sure Moon, lune girl erection for a cure Wang dang, pocket man Couldn't even raise a thought So while passing he would flash till he got caught Horned toad, rooster crow But it all add up to just one thing When the men specie get hot Then they sure do sing {REPEAT CHORUS} Boom bang, shotgun man I said I feel as if I'm dead Cos I got those TV nudes Running through my head