| Hey, you’ve got an unnerving face |
| And twitching eyes like Norman Bates |
| You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror |
| Farm boy brown gas station sweeper |
| You took that girl, you put the saddle on her |
| Just thirteen, she’s her daddy’s apple |
| And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh |
| Hey, your Daddy’s Whiskey Sam |
| He’s got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland |
| Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets |
| You want to be rich but you won’t dig ditches |
| She bitches like a brat, she got the money |
| People breaking their necks and she thinks it’s funny |
| Where’s your old man now? Nobody’s home, uh-huh |
| Kidnapper |
| Hey, they call you Skinny Jim |
| And nobody knows the boat you’re in |
| They dipped your tail when you were back in school |
| Well, you’re a real strange cake but your nobody’s fool |
| So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her |
| Just thirteen, she’s fresh out of diapers |
| And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh |
| She don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh |
| I said «She don’t know you’re the kidnapper,» uh-huh |