She had bats in her attic
but it was my life
that was set running on automatic

I found out how good I could have it
waffles and chicken at three in the morning
not living a life that's static

You could say she was cool
You could say she was hip
You could say I fell head over heels
into her trip

You could say that she was a blast
and little did I know that things would soon
be so elastic

Yeah she had the goods
and I had the plastic
Soon we were up to the sevens
in June's happy antics

You could say she was cool
You could say that
she was hip
You could say I fell head over heels
into her trip

You could say she was a stereophonic fanatic
and little did I know that soon my life would
be just so iconoclastic

Yeah, she had the goods but I had
the plastic

the apache kid