My baby lives on Pricker Hill
I'm a bloody mess by the time I reach her
Tattered & torn, shredded & shorn
Wish I'd been born a humble preacher!

Oh, the climb, oh, the terrible climb
I wish I could hover to the arms of my lover
Oh, the climb, the terrible climb
I'd be with her still on old Pricker Hill

Every time she calls I'm powerless to resist her
She insists I come, that I climb out of bed
Heaving & horny, thoughtful & thorny
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead!

Oh, the climb, oh, the terrible climb
I wish I could hover to the arms of my lover!
I'd be with her still, man, on Pricker Hill

The prickers were planted by my sweetheart's father
He's a sonofabitch, and he's someone to kill!
My blood is a fountain, I gush on this mountain
My baby's a prisoner on cold Pricker Hill

Every time she calls I'm powerless to resist her
She insists that I come, that I climb out of bed
Heaving & horny, thoughtful & thorny
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead!

Oh, the climb, oh, the terrible climb
I wish I could hover
Oh, the climb, oh, the terrible climb
I'd be with her still on old Pricker Hill

But when I caress her
And when I undress her
She patches my scratches
We're a match in our thatches
Life is beautiful on top of Pricker Hill
Life is sweet on old Pricker Hill