I ain’t hungry
I Ain’t running dry
Still can’t get enough
Not even when I’m high

Bring me booze, baby
Bring me food
I’ve got the skeleton blues

Don’t need no cleavage
I don’t need no rack
But I gotta have something to hold
No bony bareback

Be my muse
This ain’t no ruse
I really have it, baby, skeleton blues

There ain’t no closet
Where I’m hidin› in
Come find me, baby
Come scratch my skin

Here’s the news
Don’t be confused
I have the skeleton, the skeleton blues