No Glamour in the Hammer

There's no glamour in the Hammer but they sell it at the Big & Tall

They'll fit a king like a prince in a joker's pair of coveralls

And when your motor chair stalls tell the cop that you've seen it all

There's no getting out of this one

There's no getting out of this

Got no ambient, no Seconal, no genie in a lithium bottle

Just a first aid kit and a suicidal lingerie model

Keep the trunk locked up, rev the engine, hammer the throttle

There's no getting out of this one

There's no getting out of this

You've got a camouflage lover

And a bulletproof kiss

Way up on the escarpment, on a good day you can see the smoke stacks

Down below, St Joe's spilling over with heart attacks

Down the east end steps Fitzccaraldo covers up your tracks

There's no getting out of this one

There's no getting out of this

You've got a camouflage lover

And a bulletproof kiss

And a bulletproof kiss