Wild Plane

The skies are charcoal grey,
It's a dreary downtown day,
But at the end of my 40 foot leash,
Is my little friend quiche.
Quiche la poodle is her name
And having a good time on a crummy day is our game.

Quiche quiche lorraine
Quiche quiche lorraine

Everyday i take her out. yea!
She runs around, she shouts out and barks, yea!
Cause she's a good doggie
She's a sweet, sweet, sweet puppy! arf arf
And i know she'll stick by me, yea! arf arf

Oh no! here comes a great dane
Drivin' down the lane
Quiche, quiche, quiche come back here;
Don't leave me.
I'll go insane.
I'll go insane.

How do you like that?
Has anybody seen a dog dyed dark green.
About two inches tall, with a strawberry blonde fall;
Sunglasses and a bonnet
And designer jeans with appliques on it?
The dog that brought me so much joy
Left me wallowing in pain.
Quiche lorraine.

I'll show her!
Do you see the key in my hand?
I'm gonna throw it in the lake.
Yea, you've been so rotten to me,
You take the cake.
I'm just gonna lock the door to your kennel,
And just you try and come back to me.
Yea, you'll see.

Quiche quiche lorraine you mangey mutt.
Quiche quiche lorraine i'm talking about quiche!
Quiche quiche lorraine quiche lorraine!

Help! the devil's in my car.
Help! the devil's in my car.
Help! the devil's in my car.
Ho, devil's in my car, whoa please
Please! leave me alone!

We're really tearin' tar.
We're goin' 90 miles an hour.
Ho! he's drivin' me crazy.
He's drivin' me to hell now.

He's pointing his pitchfork at me.
He's in the front seat of my car!
He's taking over!
Oo, he ripped my upholstry.
He's at the wheel,
Help! the devil's in my car.
Help! he's drivin' too far.

(scream!) ooooooh!

Whoooa!

I can't lock the door,
I can't put on my safety belt.
There's nothing for me to do but yell help!
Devil's in my car!
I'm goin' to hell in my old chevrolet,
I don't know which way.
Oh, help! devil's in my car!
Yeah, yeah. he's gone too far.
I won't see ya tomorrow.
I won't see ya anymore.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Oh! ow! i'm sitting on his tail.

Oh-ohh, i don't wanna go to hell.
(i don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car, in my car, in my car.

Ohhhh-waaaaahhh!

The radio gives me static,
There's nothing on my cb.
Oh, help! the devil's in my car.
Oh, he's in my car. he's in my car.
The devil's in my car.
We're turning off the road.
Oh! where ya taking me devil?
Oh! he's grinning door to door.
He's got his cloven hoof on the clutch.
Help me!
Oh, i don't wanna go to hell.
(i don't wanna go to the devil.)
He's in my car.

Freeway to hell.
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to hell. (right through the tollbooth)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to hell. (right through the guardrail)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to hell. (across the median)
We're burning up the road.
Freeway to hell. (would you slow down?)
We're burning up the road.

I've got the devil juice in my carburater!
I've got the devil in my cigarette lighter.
I don't need no battery (i got the devil in my car).
In my car. in my car-oh!
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car
In my car

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
You're living in your own private idaho
Living in your own private idaho
Underground like a wild potato.
Don't go on the patio.
Beware of the pool,
Blue bottomless pool.
It leads you straight
Right throught the gate
That opens on the pool.

You're living in your own private idaho.
You're living in your own private idaho.

Keep off the path, beware the gate,
Watch out for signs that say "hidden driveways".
Don't let the chlorine in your eyes
Blind you to the awful surprise
That's waitin' for you at
The bottom of the bottomless blue blue blue pool.

You're livin in your own private idaho. idaho.
You're out of control, the rivers that roll,
You fell into the water and down to idaho.
Get out of that state,
Get out of that state you're in.
You better beware.

You're living in your own private idaho.
You're living in your own private idaho.

Keep off the patio,
Keep off the path.
The lawn may be green
But you better not be seen
Walkin' through the gate that leads you down,
Down to a pool fraught with danger
Is a pool full of strangers.

You're living in your own private idaho,
Where do i go from here to a better state than this.
Well, don't be blind to the big surprise
Swimming round and round like the deadly hand
Of a radium clock, at the bottom, of the pool.

I-i-i-daho
I-i-i-daho
Woah oh oh woah oh oh woah oh oh
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Get out of that state
Get out of that state
You're living in your own private idaho,
Livin in your own private.... idaho

53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
53 miles west of venus
(repeat)

Where's my telephone?

"is that you baby?"
"yeah."

"got something to tell you."
"oh, what?"

I want to see you tonight
I want you to walk in the door
I want you to lay on the floor
Cause tonight's the night
We make love, under a stobe light
Underneath the strobe light

Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light - woah oh oh
Strobe light - woah oh oh

Yeah!

But the light goes to my head!
Everything i see is red

Baby when i kiss your hair
I feel electricity in the air

I'm gonna kiss your eyes
Then i'm gonna kiss your neck
Then i'm gonna kiss your tummy
The i'm gonna kiss your pineapple

Tonight's the night
For love under the light
Strobe light, strobe light
Underneath the strobe light

Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Wanna make love to you under the strobe light
Strobe light - woah oh oh
Strobe light - woah oh oh

Yeah!

I just wanna make love to you
I just wanna make love to you
Underneath the strobe light

Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light, strobe light
Strobe light
Strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe, strobe light