Sheep to the slaughter, oh, this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove
Eyes like saucers, oh, you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fishBig sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister doShe's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian rouletteSport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince of darkness stole some tart
It's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all startsWith a hammer and a slap and tickle in inquisitive garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudenessBig sister will be watching over you
Sister see, sister doShe's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian roulette
She's got to save me
She's got you playing Russian roulette