I'm going down into the valleyThe valley of you, [Incomprehensible]Hope I don't find herI wanna change my waysChanging my today's todaySo I'm putting on blindersInto the hurricaneWe're not in Charleston anymoreShe is well protectedGuarded by the furiesWith hell hounds at her feetShe's got a strange child, a two-headed babyOne head speaks French and one never eatsAnd they don't like me, into a hurricaneWe're not in Charleston anymoreAnd I have a tormented temptressWe're not in Charleston anymoreWe're not in Charleston anymoreShe is a firework, fourth of JulyRocket to the moonYes, she's a super straightShe's got a great big bedA flying carpet to hellHead off the hurricaneInto the hurricaneWe are not in Charleston anymore more, more, moreAnd I have a tormented temptress, usWe're not in Charleston anymoreWe're not in Charleston anymore, more, moreWe're not in Charleston anymore, more, more, moreWe're not in Charleston anymore, more, moreWe're not in Charleston anymore, more, more, moreWe're not in Charleston anymore, more, moreMoreMoreMore...
