had a notionnTo drive this bomb to the oceannMy dad, he always said you make your own lucknSo I'm going to apply some forward motionnHere's my insurance scamnI've got a bag of needles and a petrol cannGonna make a fire down Brighton MainnHitchhike home and stake my claimnnBecause Ramona, Ramona, you stole my heartnand stashed it behind your loungenSo I need a little dough from GIOnTo break your assistance downnI want to tear your dressing gownnnYou looked set to devastatenPunching in the code to your security gatenWith your Angelina lips, your sweet fake tannI stood on the corner with a spade in my handnnThinking, oh girl! You've surrounded my heartnMy land's girt by your sea!nAnd my mind started racing to the finish linenWould you go for a guy like me?nSo I'm here in the dark, it's a beach carparknand I'm splashing the fuel aroundnBecause I need a little dough from GIOnto break your assistance downnI want to tear your dressing gownnnOoooohh to tear your dressing gownnFrom the neck to the groundnAll the way down, down, down...nnI had a notionnYour love's going to cure me like a potionnSoothe my heart, salve my woundsnSet me free on a wave of pure emotionnnBut I got...nnTrapped in the moonlightnPinned down by a flashlightnPark rangers to the leftnCops to the rightn(I should have checked my stars tonight!)nI got trapped in the moonlightnOne thought running through my headnGuess I should have stayed in bednI really should have stayed in bednInstead I got...nTrapped in the moonlightnnAnd for a moment Ramona I could hear my heartnbeating like a Detroit bassnI looked up in the skynPast the torches and the criesnand I swear I could see your facennNow I'm down for a spell in a ten foot cellnBut Ramona I'm not so downnIf the good lord's willingnand the creeks don't risenI will roll back through your townnto tear your dressing gown