i will offer the song lyrics, “you’re a hot-dog, frank n. furter!” from the rocky horror picture show.

and i will tell you a jealously guarded secret from the “z” files:
singing elton john’s, “your song” has been known to break barriers. if you want ‘em broke. sometimes “the bitch is back” is more befitting the ceremony. :)

HELL IN A BUCKET by WEIR/BARLOW

Well I was drinkin’ last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you
I said, “Pal get to know her, you’ll like her!”
Seemed like the least I could do.

Cause when he’s chargin’ his chopper
Up and down your carpeted halls
You will think me by contrast quite proper
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
Never mind how I stumble and fall.

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride
At least I’m enjoyin’ the ride
Yeah, at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride
Yeah

Now you’re a sweet little softcore pretender
Somehow baby got as hard as it gets
With her black leather cruel-spiked suspenders
Her chair, and her whip, and her pet.

Well we know you’re the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great
And we know how you love your ovations
From the Z-rated scenes you create
Yeah, Z-rated scenes you create

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride
at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride
Yeah, at least I’m enjoyin’ the ride

You analyze me, attempt to despise me
You laugh when I stumble and fall
There may come a day I will dance on your grave
If unable to dance I will crawl across it
Or unable to dance I will crawl
Yeah, if unable to dance I’ll crawl
Yeah

You must really consider the circus
It just might be your kind of zoo
I can’t think of a place that’s more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.

And it’s not like I’m leaving you lonely
Cause I wouldn’t know where to begin
Well I know that you’ll think of me only
When the snakes come marching in
Yeah, when the snakes come marching in

You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For a taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least I’m enjoying the ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride, ride, ride-ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride, ride, ride-ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride, ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride, ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride, ride-ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride
Ride ride
At least I’m enjoying the ride

#lyrics