I met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and roman nose
Body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
Riding piggy-back I came to her shack

Go inside the place it's a mess, she said
My name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth and her buckskin dress
She drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness
I'm in one hand in the other is a can

She puts me in the can and smiles through the wall
I got the horrors cause I'm one inch tall
Next thing I know a girl is by my side
Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide
I asked her name, she says Germaine

Do the rock, do the one inch rock
Do the rock, do the one inch rock, yes sir
Do the rock, do the one inch rock
Do the rock, do the one inch rock
Do the rock, do it, do it, do it, do the rock
Dun dun dun dee dun dun
Dun dun dun dee dun dun, yes sir
Dun dun dun dee dun dun, ah ha
Do it, do it, do it
Everybody's gotta do the one inch rock