Golden Earring

Lizzy the lizard, met an angry young snake
With forked-tongue grace, by the name of Jake
A yellow eyed diamond back rattler
In the chill-out room, of the 'wildlife saloon
She admired his skin, Jake said it was fake
And Liz said: "who cares, it don't really matter
A question to raise,
Why people these days
Like slaves to a craze
Are somehow hell bent,
Yet always content
With fortune's spent
On desperately tryin' to be different
Willy the weasel said to Sammy the snitch
Let's go to the dogs and bet on that bitch
The greyhound that runs like a panther
They made a big score, went to the hi-fashion store