my baby told me she meet me on the street stood a lamppost, I could only see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, don't want to be a but that bitch Jane Fonda's got a lot to answer for told the women of the world that the way to win work out you burn out and you'll get super slim i rushed her to the restaurant and called the maitre d', oh me fill her up, her up up, load up her to the top fill her up, her up keep it coming, it coming let it stop we staggered the restaurant feeling in the pink i slipped into the store and gave the man a wink my baby got the shivers, said you've got to and think what doing to your body with this evil demon drink said the poison that you're gonna eat away your brain i said you'd listen up before you go insane knocked her off her soapbox, her to the bar, and shouted fill her up, her up down `em, `em her to the top fill her up, her up keep `em coming, keep `em never let stop right, one more tequilla with a little umbrella on it okay, a bloody mary with a little shot of on the side too moaning minnies out to spoil our fun watch out for sister the one who bangs the drum bang the now you may think i'm worried by the screwballs that i just to prove i'm not i'll a party in the street everyone's invited, but got to take the pledge leave behind your scruples, let me take you to the in moderation that's the golden rule take away all pleasure, seems kind of cruel to give the people power got to give fuel, so i say fill em up, em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, never let it em up, fill em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill her up, her up... (repeat to fade)