Sarsaparilla

I grew up in a swampland where the girls were hard to find One in ten was prettier than a rat without a head Now I found a woman who I won't ever let go of My friends think she's Medusa but at least I'm getting loved My baby says they're dying to be shoved A man will go where a woman tells him so If the leash is tight he'll stay home every night But if you trade your limbs to Satan You'll be armless and confused So don't forget the things that matter Like sarsaparilla We're together in a lovenest where we can be alone Fighting off a mosquito in the back seat of my car My baby is dying for a candy bar If you keep your pants you may survive romance If you're led by the beast it's time to call a priest But if you tie your knees to Satan you'll be a lounge chair for a troll So don't forget the things that matter Like sarsaparilla Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Nick Nunziata - Drum Programming, Vocals Steve Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals