Mister Sister - Turbonegro

I heard you knocking on my cellar door

You started jonesing and came back for more

It’s not a miracle

It’s just a new kind of kick

You tried to call me on the telephone

Just like a dog you’re looking for a bone

It’s not a miracle

You just don’t give a shit

So loosen up on that waistband

And cut it loose in the wasteland

My my and-a boo-hoo

Mister Sister, what you gonna do?

Hi hi and-a ho ho

Mister Sister, where you gonna go?

My my and-a boo-hoo!

You told the papers that you quit that scene

You sold your story to the magazine

It wasn’t chemistry

You turned a new kind of trick

You rode your unicycle 'round the block

You acted like you knew just when to stop

It’s such a spectacle

You don’t know when to quit — now you’ve got ticks!

So now you’re puplic sanitation

Now you’re the sewer of the nation

My my and-a boo-hoo

Mister Sister, what you gonna do?

Hi hi and-a ho ho

Mister Sister, where you gonna go?

My my and-a boo-hoo!

My my and-a boo-hoo

Mister Sister, what you gonna do?

Hi hi and-a ho ho

Mister Sister, where you gonna go?

My my and-a boo-hoo

Mister Sister, what you gonna do?

Hi hi and-a ho ho