I was thinking that the 2nd verse:
With a mouth like a trucker
And a laugh like a hyena
This rowdy wild woman
Known as Tattoo Tina
could be the chorus or part of it since it ends with Tattoo Tina.
I was hoping to put something in about "her teeth in my beer". That actually happened once to a fellow band member
at a hole in the wall gig we were at.
I'm about to head out of town, I've got a gig playing bass this weekend, so I will not be around for the fun.
Keep it going :!:
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I like Ernie's suggestion of Vs 2 for the chorus.
OK, so that would be something like
First time I saw her
Was at the Cadillac Bar
Swigging drinks with the fellas
And smokin' a cigar
With a mouth like a trucker
And a laugh like a hyena
This rowdy wild woman
Known as Tattoo Tina
From the skull on her neck
To the chain ‘round her ankles
She was covered in art
That hid all the wrinkles
From the mug on my table
She drank all my beer
Then loudly boasted,
“I can out-drink any man hereâ€
She slammed the mug down
Sat backwards in a chair
And stared while waiting
For my answer to her dare
She had a mouth like a trucker
And a laugh like a hyena
This rowdy wild woman
Known as Tattoo Tina
I ordered twelve pitchers
And looked in her eyes
I could swear I heard hissin'
From the snakes on her thighs
I drank and then she drank
My head began buzzin'
And when we drank those
I ordered another dozen
My stomach was bloated
And my speech was slurred
The room started spinning
And my vision was blurred
With a mouth like a trucker
And a laugh like a hyena
This rowdy wild woman
Known as Tattoo Tina
I woke the next morning
To the laugh of a hyena
And tattooed on my arm
Was “I lost to Tinaâ€
All the men were laughing
I swear this is to be true
That all of them showed me
They wore the same tattoo
Beware, beware of Tina with tattoos
She'll drink til you drop
And leave you the bill for the booze
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