That guy'll come out,
Timarrah,
Bet that guy inside who dissed
Timarrah
Comes out soon
Just waiting outside,
Timarrah
Starts to stir her milkshake
Of vanilla
With a spoon
When she's stuck with a guy
That's white and angry
She just takes out her shake
And makes a spray . . . Oh . . .
The knife'll come next,
Timarrah,
So you got to watch out for
Timarrah
By the bay
Timarrah, Timarrah,
She'll stab ya,
Timarrah,
She's only a blade away
Timarrah, Timarrah,
She'll stab ya,
Timarrah,
She's only a blade away!
You should send that song to a SF radio station.