Automatic Lover - The Vibrators, Ty Segall

Here she comes she’s crazy

But she knows the scene

She carries an automatic pistol

But she ain’t got no magazine

Run for cover, run for cover

She’s the kinda thing I was warned of by my mother

Well here I am

Outta my brain

Everything’s comin'

Back round again

Well there you are

Movin' real real fast

It’s a long long night

I don’t think you’re gonna last

Automatic in her hand

She wants to wear the pants

There’s something wrong here honey

Won’tcha give me half a chance

You talk about

This or that glory

But me honey

I’m a different story

When you get mad

An' start countin' up to ten

I’m outta that door

An' on the streets again