Текст песни O.I.L. (Can't Get Enough of That Sticky) - Jeff Beck

Tell me you love me, I think about it every day
Addicted to the sweet sticky stuff
That makes a man a slave

I just need another hit, just another sip
From that bright black (?) pump
Keep your drink dough and drugs
There′s only one kinda 'crude′ that I love

(O.I.L.)
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff
Can′t get enough of that sticky stuff
Can′t get enough of that sticky stuff

Yeah I would kill for the thrill
And I regularly do
Popping bottles of black bubbles baby
You gotta do what you gotta do

I just need another hit, just another sip
From that bright black (?) pump
And if you stop me having more
Then I tell you there'll be war

(O.I.L.)
Can′t get enough of that sticky stuff
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff
Can′t get enough of that sticky stuff
Can't get enough of that sticky stuff

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a kind man wanna be rough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky
Make the gentle wanna be tough

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a good girl wanna be bad

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go thicky
Drive sane folks totally... mad

(O.I.L.)
(O.I.L.)

Sticky icky wicky make your mind go tricky
Make a kind man wanna be rough