Zipgun - Third Prize Lyrics

Dee Dee spent a dime he's maniac over you 
Dishwater blonde he drinks his drano with his soup 
Shock a locka boom his heart bounds for more 
That's alright girl 
We're fighting over you 
That's cool 

Beat it scram kid 
I ran over to your side 
That's the kinda chit chat that gets me in a fight 
Little boy got the notion 
He'll finally get some love 
Third prize give me that first taste 
I deserve some... 

I roll my eyes 
Hardly said a word 
Stars with wonder 
Dancin' pillhead bird 
Prozac transmission 
Stole the queen's pawn 
Another hunted dear got hit up with his charm 

Fever on the pulse of something so missunderstood 
Feather your sex nest 
I'm your cross top blackjack 
Shock a lock a boom 
You gave me a f*ckin' heart attack 
Got third prize babe 
Now your coming back 

Repeat 2nd Verse 

Repeat Chorus