I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals
In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses

Well I found that in all these places that I've played
All the people that I've played for are the same people
So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song

A most disgusting song

The local diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sits down with a grin
Next to a girl that has never been chaste
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
The delegates cross the floor
Curtsy and promenade through the doors
And slowly the evening begins

And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
Who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
And everyone's drinking the detergents
That cannot remove their hurts

While the Mafia provides your drugs
Your government will provide the shrugs
And your national guard will supply the slugs
So they sit all satisfied

And there's old playboy Ralph
Who's always been shorter than himself
And there's a man with his chin in his hand
Who knows more than he'll ever understand

Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
At the Inn-Between, again

And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes
Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs
And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French
Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench

Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again

And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
Who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half mast

Yeah, they're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms
Redheads, brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes
Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed
Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed

And every night it's going to be the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again


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