Kidnapper - Blondie

Hey, you’ve got an unnerving face

And twitching eyes like Norman Bates

You got a cigarette, eye on a mirror

Farm boy brown gas station sweeper

You took that girl, you put the saddle on her

Just thirteen, she’s her daddy’s apple

And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh

Hey, your Daddy’s Whiskey Sam

He’s got bloodshot eyes like Ray Milland

Playing solitaire, your Mother fidgets

You want to be rich but you won’t dig ditches

She bitches like a brat, she got the money

People breaking their necks and she thinks it’s funny

Where’s your old man now?

Nobody’s home, uh-huh

Kidnapper

Hey, they call you Skinny Jim

And nobody knows the boat you’re in

They dipped your tail when you were back in school

Well, you’re a real strange cake but your nobody’s fool

So you took that girl and you put the saddle on her

Just thirteen, she’s fresh out of diapers

And she don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh

She don’t know you’re the kidnapper, uh-huh

I said «She don’t know you’re the kidnapper,» uh-huh