Chinese Bookie by The Yummy Fur Lyrics

There is a force field
And it surrounds me
It makes me think like
Cosmo Vitelli
So come and get me
You think I'm frightened?
You could get murdered
Get struck by lightning

I'm not a death-warped
Kinda guy, but
I'd like to look Satan in the eye, say
"Hit me with your
Best shot, man"
I can take it
I'm a Cassavetes man

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chinese Bookie
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chinese
This line of thinking's like a wiggy techno sound
There in your brain
Here Come the Warm Jets!
Makes you feel like your mamma's fed you strychnine
Like a speedball!
Mainline!
Right! Right! Right!
A tidal wave of
Sheer Paranoia
He's on the phone, but
I can't be bothered
I give a wry grin
Like Ben Gazzara
A single bullet for a
Ch-Ch-Ch-Chinese Bookie

Here comes your man!
Right! Right! Right!