Radioactive Mama

Radioactive mama, hold me tight
Radioactive mama, treat me right
Radioactive mama, we’ll reach critical mass tonight
Well, when we get together, clear away the crowd
There won’t nothing left except a mushroom shaped cloud
Radioactive mama, treat me right
Radioactive mama, we’ll reach critical mass tonight
Well, your kisses do things to me in oh so many ways
I feel them going through me, all those gamma, gamma rays
Radioactive mama, treat me right
Radioactive mama, we’ll reach critical mass tonight
Well since I kissed you baby that evening in the park
I lost my hair and eyebrows and my teeth shine in the dark
Radioactive mama, treat me right
Radioactive mama, we’ll reach critical mass tonight