Dave Cooley - Romeo and Juliet lyrics

It's Mickey Avalon here, leading lambs to water (ha) With a little diddy about sliding out the back When your lover just won't let you be (haha) You know about that [Verse 1] Yo, my woman weeps when I walk out the door And hop in my caddy towards the liquor store Cause she knows I won't be home for days With hookers in hotel rooms and c**aine Avalon's gone and he might not make it back "That cat's crazy!" "I hear he smokes crack" Life's been a haze since I flunked fourth grade Cause I couldn't keep my nose away from spray paint So now these days I've been getting headaches When my birth monster overcooks my steak I take it personal when the moans are fake Ready to murder fools when she comes home late The dial tone leaves a lump in my throat When she screams like a psycho then hangs up the phone We used to be a happy pair when we first met But now her other lover's sending me d**h threats [Hook 1] Romeo had Juliet But give me three sweeties and a new Corvette I just wanna strut and cut off strings I make the scene Jackie O had Johnny F But I just want to smoke your last cigarette It's all or nothing, no in between I make the scene [Verse 2] Running out of gas on the fast lane Hot dog carts and helicopter parts and painted ponies going up and down in my brain This little girlie Mary Jane is driving me crazy A gypsy queen once told me "Mickey, if you don't get it together you won't see 20" But plenty honeys give me money for the cunnilingus I sting clits lay on your tummy It's Mickey Ave with sticky hands Lyrical my oh man with stylish fans I sky scrape the heavens and jizz in schlitz cans Psycho k**er kids say "bam ba bam bam" I rock and roll like Nat King Cole More soul than Spock, a Flock of Seagulls And when you see me walking down the street you don't know How a motherf**er could be so dope [Hook 2] Romeo had Juliet But give me three sweeties and a new Corvette I just wanna strut and cut off strings I make the scene Winona Ryder had Johnny Depp But I just want to smoke your last cigarette It's all or nothing, no in between I make the scene [Verse 3] Struttin' down Hollywood the Friday night loot Pa** skinny speed freaks and Hasidic Jews Manny lookin' trannies wearing high heel boots talkin' to house broke husbands in three-piece-suits It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul In the Vienna streets got my feet all swoll' I can't walk so I crawl across the floor for more Now hold that thought and lock the door I got six in the clip and a box in the drawer For a spoon, I'll sing you a tune And dance like a banshee underneath the moon I'll pick up clues like Nancy Drew And if you ain't heard yet I flew the coop Off to a place where the broads got grace And the punks don't lie straight to your face [Hook 1]