She's (she's) She's A Bombshell



Down In South Oakland, Off East 14th Its Raining

Six A.m. On Sunday And The Bums Are Praying

Met Her At A Party We Were Drunk Now Were Sober

She Said Its Cold Got A Long Walk Home Come Over



She's A Bombshell



I've Retraced My Steps A Thousand Times

Seems I've Spent Hours Asking All My Friends About Her

Been Six Months But Ill Never Be The Same

Nobody Remembers Her Name