Nuclear Rabbit

Terry Anne was a rice cake
Hear head had nothing to do
Seventh son of a seventh son
River of Fu Manchu
Daffodils and pineless quills
Toad and eye of newt
Terry Ane, she loved them all
But nothing has the power of that claw
He contemplates his next moves
In squishy silence, he rides on
Terry Anne was a sumo fan
She had the master plan
Oil wrestling a one armed man
Doing a handstand
Clueless to the passenger
That rides inside of her
She ventures off to win that dance
Her powers are the result of that claw
I pistol whipped her in the jaw
Aftershave in her hidden cave
I hide my hideous claw
Dance, dance, dance,
The two dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance,
The two dance, dance
Swivel, swivel, swivel, swivel