"Americocaine (Demo 1985)" lyrics

Alone all day, laying with a toy
She don't care much for playing with the boys
Her finger twirls in her golden locks
She must have got lost looking for the jack-in-the-box

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) Fingers do the walking

Powder cake body tickling your fancy
Nobody home sure comes in handy
I see, crack me a smile, twink your little eye
I know it's time, she better stop or she'll go blind

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) Fingers do the walking

Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
He ain't no, no relation
Mister, Mister Bates
(Just let your fingers) Just let your sticky fingers do the walking