Kiss all your fingers. What's that for. You'll never get to heaven. With your shirt all tore. Cut through your finger. And cut you loose. Lost a lot a blood. Lost a lot a cool cool cool. Now it ain't such a thrill. It ain't such a thrill. Now it ain't such a thrill. It get's a little dirty. Like the guts of a hack. And you'll never get it back. You'll never get the damn thing back. Looked a picture. It took up half a roll. The way you went and took off. Half your clothes and now. It ain't such a thrill. It ain't such a thrill. It started at the back of the shell. And it ain't such a thrill. Running to catch up. The last city bus. Wearing out your yellow. Hula dress. Lipstick a mess. Your ch-cherry best. Kissing on the window. Just to check on the red. You know it ain't such a thrill. Now it ain't such a thrill. It started at the back of the shell. Now it ain't such a thrill. It ain't such a thrill. It ain't such a thrill. It ain't such a thrill...