You need a haircut You need a shoeshine You need aristocratic Glow-in-the dark erotic magnet I know You need a moped Half-boy half-hostess You need a black cadillac so death can drive him or ride in the back I know I am a smoke fire Scared of holy water People claim I'm possessed by the devil But Mama, I know I'm possessed by your daughter I know I've been told I am dancing through I am the top dog, top dog Hot dog, hot dog You need new body You need a new latte You need the lingering scent of holiday men doing hot pilate I know You cried "Wet cement!" You love accidents You wonder where true love went 'Cause a breeder in your bed don't butter your bread I know I am a smoke fire Scared of holy water People claim I'm possessed by your daughter, But Mama, I know I'm possessed by a problem I know I've been told I'm passing through I'm the top dog, top dog Hot dog, hot dog