Sweet Lucy was a dancer
 But none of us would chance her
 Because she was a Samurai
 She made electric shadows
 Beyond our fingertips
 And none of us could reach that high
 She came on like a teaser
 I had to touch and please her
 Enjoy a little paradise
 The log was in my pocket
 When Lucy met the Rockett
 And she never knew the reason why

 I can't deny it
 With that smile on her face
 It's not the kill
 It's the thrill of the chase

 Feel [bad word]  It's knocking at the door
 You know it's no [bad word]  It's not against the law
 The point of no return
 And now you know the score
 And now you're learning
 What's knockin' at your back door

 Sweet Nancy was so fancy
 To get into her pantry
 Had to be the aristocracy
 The members that she toyed with
 At her city club
 Were something in diplomacy
 So we put her on the hit list
 Of [bad word] cunning linguist
 master of many tongues
 And now she eases gently
 From her Austin to her Bentley
 Suddenly she feels so young