text: Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp
  Aint got a quarter, got a postage stamp
  Been five oclock 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
  Fish-net stockings, 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
  Shes 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 lewd
  And the cheater slicks and baby moons
  Shes 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 Im getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres
  And cheers from the compendium here
  Hey sweetheart theyre yelling for more
  Youre squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor
  And I like Shelly and you like Jane
  And what was the girl with the snakeskins name?
  And its an early-bird matinee, come back any day
  Get you a little something that you cant get at home
  Get you a little something that you cant get at home
  Its pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
  Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
  Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite and Ill be back tomorrow night
  And Ill be back tomorrow night