Piledriver

Nice lick

I have a feeling this is gonna be a rhythm and blues song

Nice, real nice, tasty

Wait a minute

Well, if you want it, baby

Slide on up and take me home

And go ahead and drive me crazy

You can't leave well enough alone, ow

'Cause I'm a piledriver

Piledrivin' man

I'm a piledriver

Piledrivin' man

So you say you love me

Well, shake me up and cut me loose

Then chase me down like you've got rabies

And slip your neck inside my noose

I'm a piledriver

Piledrivin' man

I'm a piledriver

Piledrivin' man

Another nasty situation (Come on, baby)

I heard that story line before (Oh, hey)

We're gonna rock this fuckin' nation (Oh, ow, yeah)

There I was cruisin' backstage in Des Moines, Iowa

And a little girl comes up next to me and says

"Mr. Nugent, do you think my skirt is short enough?"

I said, "Baby, you want to be alive, you've got to piledrive"

That was fun

That was good, what's next?

Did anybody get the license plate number on that truck?

Oh, Jesus Christ, here we go again

Fuck

Piledriver

Piledrivin' man

I'm a piledriver

Piledrivin' man

Yes, I am

Piledriver

Piledrivin' man

Piledriver

Yes, I am a

Piledrivin' man

Whoa, nice