the president gave rachel goodrich his pick
and she strummed her guitar
poppin' champagne at a championship
and eatin' caviar
the president gave rachel goodrich his pick
and it started to rain
she sang a song about stickin' a corkscrew in someone's heart
and i got struck by lightning

she finished her song
stepped off of the stage
extended her arm and said,
"here's your pick...but...you said i could have it"
i said, "please keep it bay-buh"
and she stuck it in her yellow pocket

i love the taste of sweat
i love miami velvet
i'm about as high as you can get
i love the taste