Twelve Volt Man
[Verse 1]
I never got a grip on penmanship
Could never make the small "L's" flow
Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic
Three plus two be faux, pas
But ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I just might turn your head

[Verse 2]
I never had the clout to knock one out
But hitting was the name of my game
Standing on third as the coaches conferred
Close to my first claim to fame
Just give me the steal sign
And I'll make home plate mine
And I just might turn some heads

[Verse 3]
Sometimes I may get a little drastic
Sometimes I just let my feelin's show
Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic
Most times that's the way the story goes
[Verse 4]
Now I now this Joe down in Mexico
He went there to work on his tan
For years he's been plugged into blenders and songs
They call him the Twelve Volt Man
He don't need no charge card
Just give him a Die Hard
And he'll makes sparks fly 'round your head

[Outro]
Oh just ask for some palm trees
Or tales from the South Seas
And I'll make sparks fly 'round your head
'Round your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head
In your head