Lyric Kidnapper

Hey, you ve got an unnerving face
And twitching eyes like Norman Bates
You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror
Farm boy brown gas station sweeper
You took that girl, you put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she s her daddy s apple
And she don t know you re the kidnapper, uh-huh
Hey, your Daddy s Whiskey Sam
He s got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland
Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets
You wanna be rich but you won t dig ditches
She bitches like a brat, she got the money
People breaking their necks and she thinks it s funny
Where s your old man now? Nobody s home, uh-huh

Kidnapper

Hey, they call you Skinny Jim
And nobody knows the boat you re in
They dipped your tail when you were back in school
Well, you re a real strange cake but your nobody s fool
So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her
Just thirteen, she s fresh out of diapers
And she don t know you re the kidnapper, uh-huh
She don t know you re the kidnapper, uh-huh
I said "She don t know you re the kidnapper," uh-huh