Gasoline Jean yeah she knows what I mean
She blows cigarette smoke through my tambourine
Always seeks boys who are dirty and mean
But she's never found one who's quite so keen
But I keep a-looking, I keep a-looking
Looking for that soul behind her eyes
And I keep a-looking, I keep a-looking
A vicious little thing is all I find
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?
Propane Jane spent a year on the game
She got married and changed her name
Now she lives alone, says ‘they're all the same'
‘They could never keep up' and that's the shame
But I keep a-looking, I keep a-looking
Looking for that soul behind her eyes
And I keep a-looking, I keep a-looking
A vicious little thing is all I find
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?
So boy, how animal, how animal are you?