(G)Well I met a woman she’s spouting prose
She’s got luggage eyes and a Roman nose
Her (C)body is slung from side to side
(G)Need a lift she said much obliged
I’m (D)riding piggy-back
Then I (C)come to her shack yeah
(G)Dumti-dum-di-da-da
Dumti-dum-di-da-da

We go inside the place it’s a mess
She said my name’s the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin dress
Drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness
I’m in one hand in the other’s a can

Dumti-dum-di-da-da
Dumti-dum-di-da-da

She puts me in the can
And smiles through the wall, yeah
I got the horrors cos I’m one inch tall
Next thing I know there’s a girl by my side
Dressed in a bayleaf she’s trying to hide
I asked her name she said Germaine

Dumti-dum-di-da-da
Dumti-dum-di-da-da

Do the rock-a do the one inch rock yeah
Do the rock-a do the one inch rock yeah
Do the rock-a do the one inch rock yeah
Do the rock-a do the one inch rock yeah
Ah, do it, do it, do it, do it, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now