Twelve Volt Man

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

I never had the clout to knock one out

But hitting was the name of my game

Standing on third as the coaches conferred

So 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

Sometimes I may get a little drastic

Sometimes I just let my feelings show

Sometimes I may be a bit sarcastic

Most times, that's the way the story goes

Now, I know 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 make sparks fly, round your head

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