Priscilla

Music : Rudolf Schenker

Lyrics: Klaus Meine



She likes it hot, she likes it humid

She likes my cake, and she's not stupid

She likes my sugar, she likes my bread

I'm ready to attack

She comes at night, when I'm asleep

Without a sound, just like a thief

She comes to crawl, under my bed

I'm ready to attack

Priscilla oh Priscilla

You last resistant chiller

Priscilla oh Priscilla

Tonight I'm going to kill ya

She lives in my kitchen

Down in the shade

She likes leftovers

And throwaways

I'm on a diet

And she is fat

I'm ready to attack

Priscilla oh Priscilla

You last resistant chiller

Priscilla oh Priscilla

Tonight I'm going to kill ya

I can't do it I can't do it at all

She turns a man into killer

This cockroach named Priscilla

This cockroach named Priscilla

You're gonna be here

You're gonna be there

You're gonna be everywhere

I'm coming after you

I'm coming after you

You're gonna be now

You're gonna be then

You're gonna be out and in

I'm coming after you

I'm coming after you

You're gonna be saint

You're gonna be sin

You're gonna lose and win

I'm coming after you

I'm coming after you

Priscilla oh Priscilla

Tonight I'm going to kill ya