The hellcat spangled shalalala

Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the
storm,
she flicks a red hot revelation off the tip of her tongue.

It does a dozen somersaults and leaves you supercharged.
Makes me wanna blow the candles out, just to see if you
glow in the dark.

Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.

Home sweet home, home sweet home, home sweet booby trap.
I took the batteries out my mysticism and put them in my
thinking cap.

She's got a telescopic hallelujah hanging up on the wall,
for when it gets too complicated in the eye of the storm.

Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.

And in a hellcat spangled cavern, when your judgements
on the run.
And you're acting like a stranger, 'cause you thought
it looked like fun.

And did you ever get the feeling that these are things she said before?
Her steady hands may well have done the devil's pedicure.

What you waiting for?
Sing another fuckin' Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.
Shalalala.