Cyril, dear, all knives and piercings
Wear your hair long like your earrings
Slip a tip to the bartender
He will notice your age but not show it

Cyril, Cyril!
You’ve got him buckled
Cyril, Cyril

Cyril, dear, six-chamber—pocket.
Back door—lock it. She’s breathing—stop it.
Cyril, sweep past the bartender
Stunned, he’s no threat, but he’s not this buckled!

Cyril, [Every night I worry]
Cyril! [Every night I stare]
So now he’s buried [Every night I worry ‘bout what’s prowling ‘round out there]
Cyril, [Every night I worry]
Cyril...

Cyril, dear all knives and tall tales
Wear your hair long like your red nails
Slip a tip to the bartender
Did you forget that you do not know her?

Cyril, (Get down)
[Every night I worry]
Cyril! (Get, get down)
[Every night I stare]
Teenagers get nothing
[Every night I worry ‘bout what’s prowling ‘round out there]

Cyril, (Get, get down)
[Every night I worry]
Cyril! (Hold out)
[Every night I stare]
Guess you won’t get a drink
[Every night I worry ‘bout what’s prowling ‘round out there]

Cyril, (Get, get down)
[Every night I worry]
Cyril! (Get, get down)
[Every night I stare]
Cyril, (Get, get down)
[Every night I worry]
Cyril! (Hold out)
[Every night I stare]
Cyril, (Get, get down)
[Every night I worry]
Cyril…