This is "One Inch Rock" Met a woman, she's spouting prose She's got luggage eyes and a Roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift, she said much obliged I'm riding piggy-back Then I came to her shack We go inside, the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetress She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle Labeled tenderness I'm in one hand, in the other's a can, oh! She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall, yeah I got the horror's 'cause I'm one inch tall The next thing I know's, a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine, oh yeah Do the rock, do the one inch rock Do the rock, do the one inch rock