Lyrics: Eagles of Death Metal. Bad Dream Mama.

Now, don't you worry 'bout a thing
It's just a bad dream mama
So, let's get ourselves together and roll
I'm just a mean machine so tight and skinny

And my hands are clean
If you want to come then you can spend my money
I've got a sixth sense you're a man-eating woman

So sophisticated, so LA
Don't try to be too smart
You might just find you'll miss the best part
I'm here right now, I want to be your monkey