No change for the slot machine No coffee, juice or nicotine I left that bunker on my hands and on my knees Didn't catch what Jimmy said about girls and dreams and cigarettes Becky's got her top off but I know she's just a tease Wo Ho My My we're sipping margaritas on the back seat And she's singing to the radio My My Hey Hey honey's just a dream And she feels like Ursula Andress when she's stoned Jenny swings her lasso hips, got me crushed beneath her fingertips We're all hooked beyond her totem smile And her kiss cuts like a tourniquet Each time she takes her love away To chase her fifteen minutes down the candy aisle Wo Ho My My we're sipping margaritas on the back seat And she's singing to the radio My My Hey Hey honey's just a dream And she feels like Ursula Andress when she's stoned I need your love love, I need your love love I need your love love, I need your love love I need your love love, I need your love love I need your love love, I need your love love I need your love love, I need your love love Instrumental Wo Ho My My we're sipping margaritas on the back seat And she's singing to the radio My My Hey Hey honey's just a dream And she feels like Ursula Andress when she's stoned Wo Ho My My we're sipping margaritas on the back seat And she's singing to the radio My My Hey Hey honey's just a dream And she feels like Ursula Andress when she's stoned