Hellcat She got me barking up the wrong tree Well that hellcat Just turned seventeen Moonstruck with a slow song stuck in my head Packing it up knocking em dead She was with the drummer from a local band He was protestant she was catholic and He was up on a soap box preaching bout yokes Broke the deal right there God bless the pope Hellcat She got me barking up the wrong tree Well that hellcat Just turned seventeen I'm out of the looney bin crushing on a therapist He's wagging his tail and sniffing her crotch It's like turtledoves but I am preaching lies Trying to pull the wool over his eyes Cause there's one jackpot and two suns rising One triangle and a time bomb ticking Hellcat She got me barking up the wrong tree Well that hellcat Just turned seventeen Eleventh-hour hypocrite I was pointing fingers The charade was over it was deadlocked antlers All the wretched gloom and her sadistic swagger Smug little crows in the back with a dagger Bewitched my piano and walked off the stage Loose cannon bulldozer stampede Hellcat She got me barking up the wrong tree Well that hellcat Just turned seventeen