It's for my
Floosie with an Uzi that I sing my serenade
My lil miss, with a lil missile launcher, maid with a grenade
And I'd never, ever harm her
'cause she's wearing body armour
She's my floosie with an Uzi, my maid with a grenade

Well, I met her on the front line queuing for the Harrods sale
Yep, she looked a little meaner than your average female
It might have been the combat boots, for kicking down the door
Or the portable trench mortar she was firing at the store

Before long the police turned up, but still she got away
By hijacking their 'copter with the Police Chief's toupée
They had her in their sights, I'm sure, but still they didn't shoot
'Cause she's a floosie with an Uzi, sexy as hell to boot

She's a floosie with an Uzi and I think she makes the grade
My lil miss, with a lil missile launcher, maid that's on parade
And I had to try and charm her
In her sexy body armour
She's my floosie with an Uzi, my maid with a grenade

Told me to hold her tommy gun, [but] I'm not that kind of dude
Then to pick up her bazookas - it was eas'ly misconstrued
I asked if she's a good girl, said she's good at being bad
When she told me to just point and shoot, said I already had

The last time that I saw her, she'd a weapon in each hand
And she stood and swore defiance as she made her final stand
As the army special forces and police SWAT teams arrive
To get my floosie with an Uzi, and they won't take her alive

She's a floosie with an Uzi and I guess she felt betrayed
My lil miss, with a lil missile launcher, but she weren't afraid
Ain't no way I could disarm her
Get her out that body armour
She's my floosie with an Uzi, my maid with a grenade

She's a floosie with an Uzi - hey, that shot was a doozy
She's a floosie with an Uzi, a maid with a grenade