You should be wilder You're no fun at all Yeah, thanks for the input Thanks for the call With dull knives and white hands The blood of a stone Cold to the touch, right Right down the bone But you give me the electric twist And it kicks, and it kicks like a pony And true, you might get away with it It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah Picked from a hot grove Packaged for sale It drips down the sleeve Gets under your nails A loss of the senses A chip off a tooth The smells of the city They ride in your suit He says don't think, don't talk Don't think Don't think, don't talk Don't think Don't think, don't talk But I don't think I want to 'Cause you give me the electric twist And it kicks, and it kicks like a pony And true, you might run away with it It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah Because it kicks, yeah It really kicks, yeah And the touch of your lips It's a shock, not a kiss it's electric twist, it's electric twist Yeah, the touch of your lips It's a shock, not a kiss It's electric twist, it's electric twist It's electric twist, it's electric twist It's electric twist, it's electric twist He says don't think, don't talk Don't think Don't think, don't talk Don't think Don't think, don't talk But I don't think I want to 'Cause you give me the electric twist And it kicks, and it kicks like And true, let 'ya get away with it It's a risk, it's a risk, yeah You might get away with it It's a risk, yeah But it kicks, yeah It really kicks, yeah