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I've played every kind of gig there is to play now |
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I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals |
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In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses. |
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Well I found that in all these places that I've played |
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all the people I've played for are the same people |
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So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song. |
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A most disgusting song. |
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The local diddy bop pimp comes in |
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Acting limp he sits down with a grin |
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next to a girl that has never been chased |
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The bartender wipes a smile off his face |
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The delegates cross the floor, |
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curtsy and promenade through the doors, |
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and slowly the evening begins. |
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And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts |
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who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts |
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Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt |
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And everyone's drinking the detergents |
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that cannot remove their hurts |
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While the Mafia provides your drugs, |
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your government will provide the shrugs, |
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and your national guard will supply the slugs, |
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so they sit all satisfied. |
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And there's old playboy Ralph |
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who's always been shorter than himself, |
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and there's a man with his chin in his hand, |
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who knows more than he'll ever understand. |
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Yeah, every night it's the same old thing |
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Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
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At the "Inn-Between", again. |
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And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes. |
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Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs |
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and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French |
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Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench |
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Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing |
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Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again |
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And there's the militant with his store-bought soul |
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There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told |
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And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past |
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who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half masts |
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Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms, |
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red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes, |
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Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed, |
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who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbed |
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And every night it's going to be the same old thing |
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Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny |
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Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again |
