Foxy, Foxy,
where are you treading?
I can see your eyes are rotten
You've been giving
yourself away
Foxy, foxy, the streets are mean
One day you're gonna
get yourself clean
Look into the wishing well
Were you riding with the boys?
Were you riding with bullies?
I'm in an alcoholic mood
I need a whiskey for the soup
My sorry and dying heart
Fucks are fucks and
what's your cure?
I can see your lips are sore
You've been loving
them all
Don't go, don't go Sally
Don't walk down that alley
I'll catch you, and keep you,
and catch you,
and keep you
Were you riding with the boys?
Were you riding with the boys?
I'm in an alcoholic mood
I need a whiskey to soothe
my soaring and dying heart
She says that I'm a creature
Well that makes me better
than those teenage girls
I used to fight
Spin me around,
let me feel the sound of it
Turn my letters from green to red
Is this love,
or is this the death of it?
Is this the death of it?
Were you rid ing with the boys?
Were you riding with the boys?
I'm in an alcoholic mood
I need whiskey, soup,
my sorry and dying heart
Fox, fox, you hold me close,
love me like a holy ghost
We'll fall like Bonnie and Clyde you