They never saw us comingtil they hit the floorthey just kept beggin formore, moreNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runI was brought up as a southern belleI grew into the queen from hellyou were just a little stowawaythat stabbed her way to save herselfyou always liked the taste of bloodand I get off when I point the gunit's so good to have someone to be so bad withFirst one up was a preachers sonlast one down was an EnglishmanI'm in bed with his bow tie onall dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runSunday in notting hillhe was sneaking a cigarettehis God protects him butI know we'll get him yetran my fingers thru his hairso he thinks its fun and gameshe don't know our faces buthe'll never forget our namesFirst one up was a preachers sonlast one down was an EnglishmanI'm in bed with his bow tie onall dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runI was waiting in the getaway caryou were stuck in the hotel barhe was a proper Englishmanyou had one last pint before the cops broke inyou poured the gasoline andI drove into the flameshistory will hate usbut they'll never forget our namesThey never saw us comingtil they hit the floorthey just kept beggin formore, morethey never saw us comingtil they hit the floorthey just kept beggin formore, moreFirst one up was a preachers sonlast one down was an EnglishmanI'm in bed with his bow tie onall dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and runNa na na na na na naAll dressed up for a hit and run