Irene's Kiss

What a lovely time we had at your party
Fred he ate the Barbie head out of the toilet
Tyche wasn't even there
but she danced and danced without a care
The telephone kept ringing but no one was there
Larry Larry he got so scary
Smoked a hundred packs of cigarettes
Then he plopped his face in the frosted cake
I own the record but I seldom play it
And the voice is always talking to the back of my mind
I can't believe it oh no
The ground is shaking and I'm on the telephone
Didn't you feel it didn't you need it
late night radio
Lipstick on a can of beer in the bathroom cupboard
With a white and chalky substance in a bowl by the fire
Irene she kissed me she kissed me on the cheek
Irene she kissed me she kissed me like she kissed her brother
I got into my car I'm all crammed into the back
got a suitcase on my lap a million needles in my side
The speakers on the left of me don't even work
Infatuated plastic statues tell me that I ain't no good