12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of life of crime
With the handcuffs and the billy clubs coming down on me
She said rock 'n roll don't give her nothing but bad dreams
So she planned my funeral and left me for dead
A single corpse in a double bed
But now she's standing on my front porch
She goes knock knock knock knock
Knock knock knock knock
She come a-knockin at my door
Now she come a-knockin at my door
Now her key it don't fit
I'm not gonna let her in
Now she come a-knockin at my door