Hell's Angel Piki, with a real bad pose
Hardcore Piki, sugar on your nose
Look out man she's coming round here
She's gonna drink up all of the beer
Look out she's in a bad mood today
She's liable to put you away
Piki Soul, I miss you too
Five foot five and a temper too
Little drummer girl
She's gonna clobber you
Five foot five and a temper too
Look out man, she has a paper dress on
An obvious sign that she has a mad on
Look out man, last time she was like that
They found me wrapped up in a paper sack
Remember that night at the Patro
She danced on top of mom's Renault
I put the gears in reverse
She fell over and started to curse
Look out man, for her famous dances
I was too embarassed to even attend
And Xera, the blind percussionist
With her steady vibrations and baby shake those hips
Piki Soul, I miss you too
Five foot five and a temper too
Little drummer girl
She's gonna clobber you
Five foot five and a temper too