Cripple Sam and Joo McGoo Will meet you at the subway. Take a trip downtown to the 42nd Street Ballet.
At the sidwalk supermart The customers assemble. Looka round and see what the meat department has today.
And watch the queens do their thing, Hum-boy, listen to the rhythm; Yes, they do know how to sing And you can take on home for money Who will not think you are funny When you explain the delicate attentions you require.
And a dollar nintey-five Takes you to the movies With the secret sins of nymphomaniacs unveiled, Late on a indiscreet Encounter in the men's room While you tell yourself that a natural urge prevailed. And ev'ry night you can find (Sittin' and a-sippin' on a Burgie,) Men who've found piece of mind For a minimum of payment There is topless entertainment That men above the age of thirty-five can understand.
Hmmm-We can make California good-time music in the back seat of my car Hmmm-Later I will tell you what it's like to be a star. Now you know I'm not the first one And I cannot be the last To kiss your apple cheeks And run away into your past, but
We'll have good-time music, Electric good-time music, California good-time music, hmmm, yeah