Låttexter: Cramps. It Thing Hard-On.

Well the doctor pulled me out and smacked me in the can
Wiped me off took a look and said, "It's a man"
Ain't no figuring me baby that's a pretty sure bet
Better hold on tight baby 'cause I ain't a comin' yet
I'm the maddest road rattler that you ever done met

Well I'm a gear mashin' hot rod, it thing hard-on
Yeah, I'm a full blown hopped up, it thing hard-on
It thing hard-on, it thing hard-on

Well if I had a brain, I'd be dangerous for sure
But the way it looks now there's no immediate concern
There's a couple of things baby and I guess I don't need to know
I got class up the ass and I got a little dough
Fake eyelashes and a carload o'go

Well I'm a full tilt non-stop, it thing hard-on
Yeah, I'm a git gone hotshot, it thing hard-on
It thing hard-on, it thing hard-on
It thing hard-on

Ain't no figuring me baby that's a pretty sure bet
Better hold on tight baby 'cause I ain't a comin' yet
I'm the maddest road rattler that you ever done met

Well, I'm a gear mashin' hot rod, it thing hard-on
Yeah, yeah, I'm a full blown hopped up, it thing hard-on
Yeah, I'm a full tilt non-stop it thing hard-on

Yeah, I'm a git gone hotshot, it thing hard-on
Yeah, I'm a it thing hard-on, it thing hard-on
It thing hard-on

It thing hard-on
It thing hard-on