Song Description

A satirical look at disastrous relationships through history. A kind of rock knock-off of Peggy Lee's "Fever"

Lyrics

Adam woke up missing one of his ribs.
The newborn Eve winked and claimed she had dibs.
Said, "Oh, let's not babble. Here, have an abble,"
And so began all our tribs.
Took him to theTree of Life,
Cut him a slice with a big jack knife.
Told him not to worry so.
Said he could trust his own wife.

Miss Antoinette told the last King of France,
"Forget the poor, why don't you and I dance?
We'll shake and bake, luv. Let them eat cake, luv,"
Poor Louie lost to romance.
Antoinette was one mean Queen.
The revolution made quite a scene.
Little basket caught Lou's head
Beneath the high guillotine.

She's battin those, kit cattin those,
Silk satin those great big eyes.
You better hide, it's suicide
Prowlin around a femme fatale.
You're fallin now, you're crawlin now,
We see by your bloodshot eyes,
You're out of pride, your life is fried:
Shouldn't have tried a femme fatale.

Bonnie told Clyde that he lacked ready cash.
If he had coin she might throw him some pash.
A bank to knock off was just a block off:
Our boy began something rash.
Robbed a thousand small town banks.
Acted as if they were playing pranks.
Did not see the deputies
Who blasted holes in their flanks.

The President of the U.S.of A.
Promised his wife he would no longer stray.
Then Miss Lewinsky buzzed and came insky.
Poor Bill would long rue the day.
Told him he was such a star.
No one compared or was up to par.
Heard he smoked no cigarettes,
But how about a cigar?

And so it goes from the past to quite late.
The femme fatale is a hazardous date.
Take her to dinner, you'll wind up in her:
She tends to dine on her mate.
Knows the way to make men fools.
Never been bothered by silly rules.
Sad to sayd, by sadly true --
Before she's done you'll be through.
You'll be through.

She's battin those, etc.