Meet me on the bottom, bring me my running shoes,
  When I come out the window, we ain't got time to lose.
    Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail,
  Don't brush me with my broom, Babe, I just might land in jail.
    Well my right hand itchin', Babe, I get smothered by the shore,
  Look down you engine, Babe, but somebody got to go.
    Meet me on the bottom, Babe, bring me my running shoes,
  When I come out the window, Babe, we ain't got time to lose.
  Well I hope you are listening, when I come streaking by,
  Got a bad old man, Babe, and I'm too young to die.
    Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail,
  Don't brush me with my broom, Babe, I just might land in jail.
    Dogs been barking all around my neighborhood,
  You give a sign, Babe, ain't do nobody no good.