Knockin', Screamin', Bangin', Rockin'
Knockin’, screamin’, bangin’, rockin’
It’s the Mickey and Vicky show, shockin’
Pale would go your skin and grey would go your hairs,
If only you knew what went on up those stairs.
Nothing but the noise of crashes, bangs, and falls,
As they swing from chandeliers and bounce off the walls.
The endless tirade that keeps me awake at night,
Dare use the bathroom, prepare for a fright.
So on and on it goes, a marathon with zest,
Its nolonger sex, more like an endurance test,
Once in the morning, twice in the afternoon,
A break for refreshments then off ...