One O'Clock High Lyrics

It's quarter after midnight,
I polished off my brew
It's time to pick up Jesse,
At one o'clock she's through
She's dancing down at Cody's
She's ripping up a storm
It makes my asshole pucker
It makes my color warm
Why does she have to work their
She knows it drives me nuts
I see those strippy perverts
I want to kick some butt
I don't know why I let her do it
Don't know why I always watch
It's time to pick up Jesse
It's almost one o'clock

When Jesse turns it over
She swings it all to hell
She's banging on the drums
She's ringing all the bells
I look up at the clock
I know it must be wrong
Inside my forehead
I'm singing her a song
Jesse belle, please don't tell
Jesse belle, please don't tell

She's swinging with her titties
Swinging ass for good effect
She's really a good dancer
And that you must respect
She's pealing out all over
She's wriggling like a snake
She's proud of them torpedoes
You know those things ain't fake
A man at the front table
His hand is in his pants
His mind is in the gutter
His britches full of ants
The man behind he's had it
He rushes toward her cage
The bouncer cracks his knuckles
And slams him off the stage

Now Jesse's going apeshit
Kicks into overdrive
The whole damn place is humming
A trucker hat beehive
I think I'm going crazy
It's going on too long
I find my lips are moving
I'm singing her this song
Jesse belle, please don't tell
Jesse belle, please don't tell

She does her big finale
She ends it with a blast
She's hanging from the rafters
She's up against the glass
They ain't seen nothing like it
She leaves them crackers stunned
She does one last gyration
The music stops, she's done
She slips into her street clothes
I meet her by the bar
She's almost looking normal
She's acting like a star
We make a big production
As arm in arm we leave
I'm wishin' I was dead,
Those fuckers wishin' they was me