pasties and a g-string (at the two o'clock club)

Singer:waits, tom

smelling like a brewery

looking like a tramp

i ain't got a quarter

got a postage stamp

been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town

talking with the old man

sleeping on the ground

bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and al cohn

sharing this apartment with a telephone pole

and a fish-net stocking

spike-heel shoes

strip tease

prick tease

car keys blues

and the porno floor show

live nude girls

dreamy and creamy and brunette curls

chesty morgan and watermelon rose

raise my rent and take off all your clothes

with trench coats

magazines

a bottle full of rum

she's so good

make a dead man come

pasties and a g-string

beer and a shot

portland through a shot glass and a buffalo squeeze

wrinkles and cherry and twinkie and pinkie and fifi live from gay paree

fanfares

rim shots

back stage

who cares

all this hot burlesque for me

cleavage

cleavage

thighs and hips

from the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips

chopped and channeled and lowered and louvered

and the cheater slicks and baby moons

she's a-hot and ready

creamy and sugared

and the band is awful and so are the tunes

crawling on her belly

and shaking like jelly

and i'm getting harder than chinese algebra

and cheers from the compendium here

hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more