Hey little girl, would you like a ride in my car? Stop what you're doing, I promise you it won't go too far Step inside and sit close to me, but my, my, not a leopard upholstery I am a pale green foxhole-driving man I am a pale green foxhole-driving man My lucky day, got a southwest London jeweller's daughter Going my way, forgotten all that her mother taught her Pinching up her skirts with the other hand She climbed inside beside that lurking, smirking man I am a pale green foxhole-driving man I am a pale green foxhole-driving man I'm that nasty, shifty kind, that greasy 1950s kind A pale green foxhole-driving man I am a pale green foxhole-driving man Seduction, convection, grimy paper bag in my palm To show my affection, take one it will do you no harm Scramble out the door with a dreadful scream Maybe sticky, bready balls would not have seemed Not like a pale green foxhole-driving man I am a pale green foxhole-driving man I'm that nasty, shifty kind, that greasy 1950s kind A pale green foxhole-driving, obscene lookin' I've been Pale green foxhole-driving man Pale green foxhole-driving Stay beside me like a pale green foxhole