Letra de New Kind Of Low-Low

I push the limits of good taste Whenever I open my mouth You got a worm in your ear Like Checkov from Kahn Shame! Shame! I hit a new kind of low. All the way from South Dakota Like a green leprachaun She got a sun dress in heat He got his latex gloves on Shame! Shame! I hit a new kind of low. And if you ever come here You're tweaking on the phone "I got a new connection" I never leave the light on Shame! Shame! I hit a new kind of low...