This is Sally Hatchet

Born the daughter of a comedian Middle of the 80s Someone turn that awful mouth-breathing down Or else Sally Hatchet lives in a hole in the ground The longer it keeps raining the more she has to struggle to maintain a wonderful time Oh yeah Oh wanna to love it up without me I've got smoke in my lungs And a past life in the trunk Could he rattle by the way that she empties a few clips out Do I have a choice now? Point that thing away from me Lady