if i pull the pin on this hand grenade, baby baby would you run away? sometimes wish i had a tommy gun, i could blow your face off just for fun i don't care about the things you do i've got no inclination to be with you everything we had baby's down the tube so there's nothing left to say so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH if you left me baby on a plane tonight, i wouldn't care and i wouldn't cry if you give me some dynamite, i'll blast you into the stars so bright i don't care if you are scared of heights NASA could make you a satellite you could orbit the earth transmitting shite and no-one would care so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH you go on and on like a prog-rock song, nobody cares to all the things you say and all the words you shout, baby shut your mouth and the milkman, and the postman, and all the children running about are queuing up to shout at you, baby shut your mouth if i filled your flat with laughing gas, would it work better than your prozac? would run around like the banana splits, wiggling your ass and shaking your hips? think you would be better living underground with the badgers and the moles you'd be homeward bound we could come out and party when the sun goes down in a field far away so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH so come on baby come on baby come on baby SHUT YOUR MOUTH