Met a woman she's spouting prose 
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose 
Her body is slung from side to side 
Need a lift she said much obliged 
I'm riding piggy-back 
Then I came to her shack 

We 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's a can 

She puts me in the can 
And smiles through the wall 
I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall 
Next thing I know's a girl by my side 
Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide 
I asked her name she said Germaine 
Do the rock do the one inch rock.