I'm gonna play my card I'm gonna walk the nine yards I'm gonna scribble in the dates in my diary I got a body in the trunk I gotta never ever get this drunk again All the whores of Babylon are gonna come and clip me in my sleep I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for But my shoes run from Get get away, get get get away from me I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for I gotta keep up with the scene I gotta never ever get too green The Queen's artillery men are keen to get busy As the world crumbles and falls William was right about the palace walls But it's the White House now that also seems (...) Gotta quickly find a girl whom my eyes shine for But my shoes run from Get get away, get get get away from me I gotta find a girl whom my eyes shine for