text: Pick it up
  Thisll get you out of your head
  Chinas hanging out by the railings
  Of the motorshed
  She goes with a real hit biker
  Hes a metalhead
  She looks me up and down
  Talking dirty eyes
  Sweet saying boy baby
  I could lick ya any time
  Keep it up
  Thats right...here we go again
  Bit later Im going to run
  Into her round the back
  While other guys break heads
  In the Sugar Shack
  Dont give me drink I dont want to
  Get too stoned
  Then were going to see whos going to
  Take who home
  The violence of summer
  A loves taking over
  It starts with desire
  Ends up under cover
  Those lips will make me rise
  You may look down but dont think twice
  Slow death is on the way
  So what man I still want to play
  One, two
  Thisll get you out of your mind
  Thisll get you up...lets go
  Maybe take a ride going south
  Where her mother writes
  Before bad news catches up
  We still got a little time
  Well leave it all so far away
  One thing is sure we shouldnt stay
  I take it all little Chine going to
  Get the runaround a run... a runaround
  China... na china...nanana
  China... na china...nanana
  China... na china...nanana
  China... na china...nana