| [00:01.563] | Johannesburg! Johannesburg! Johannesburg! |
| [00:16.598] | I'd like to do a most disgusting song for you |
| [00:34.698] | I've played every kind of gig there is to play now |
| [00:38.409] | I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals |
| [00:42.708] | In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses |
| [00:51.837] | Well I found that in all these places that I've played |
| [00:56.154] | All the people that I've played for are the same people |
| [01:00.778] | So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song |
| [01:05.811] | A most disgusting song |
| [01:09.350] | The local diddy bop pimp comes in |
| [01:12.630] | Acting limp he sits down with a grin |
| [01:16.815] | Next to a girl that has never been chased |
| [01:21.146] | The bartender wipes a smile off his face |
| [01:26.111] | The delegates cross the floor |
| [01:29.851] | Curtsy and promenade through the doors |
| [01:34.177] | And slowly the evening begins |
| [01:43.310] | And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts |
| [01:47.026] | Who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts |
| [01:51.300] | Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt |
| [01:54.989] | And everyone's drinking the detergents |
| [01:57.340] | That cannot remove their hurts |
| [01:59.731] | While the Mafia provides your drugs |
| [02:03.879] | Your government will provide the shrugs |
| [02:08.162] | And your national guard will supply the slugs |
| [02:12.152] | So they sit all satisfied |
| [02:17.872] | And there's old playboy Ralph |
| [02:21.005] | Who's always been shorter than himself |
| [02:25.226] | And there's a man with his chin in his hand |
| [02:29.452] | Who knows more than he'll ever understand |
| [02:33.350] | Yeah, every night it's the same old thing |
| [02:37.339] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [02:42.516] | At the Inn-Between, again |
| [02:50.472] | And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes |
| [02:54.512] | Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs |
| [02:58.615] | And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French |
| [03:03.298] | Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench |
| [03:06.668] | Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing |
| [03:11.016] | Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again |
| [03:23.790] | And there's the militant with his store-bought soul |
| [03:28.167] | There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told |
| [03:32.155] | And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past |
| [03:36.070] | Who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half-mast |
| [03:40.925] | Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms |
| [03:44.624] | Redheads, brunettes, brunettes, and the dyed haired blondes |
| [03:48.914] | Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed |
| [03:53.098] | Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed |
| [03:57.999] | And every night it's going to be the same old thing |
| [04:01.994] | Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
| [04:06.306] | Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again |