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I swear like a brewery looking like a tramp. Ain't got a quarter, got a

stamp. And five o 'clock shadow boxes all around the town.

Talking with the old man sleeping on the ground. Beside the boot and now suit

and now hoot and now cone.

Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole.

And a fishnet stocking, spiked heel shoes, striptease, bricktease, car keys,

blues, and the porno flow show, live nude girls, dreamy and creamy in the

brunette curls, chest in Morgan and watermelon rolls.

Raise my rent and take off all your clothes with the trench coats,

bottle full of rum. She's so good to make a dead man come.

Pistons and a cheese drink, beer and a shot.

Portland through his shot glass in a buffalo squeeze.

Wrinkles and cherry and twinkie and pinky and fee -fee live from Gay Paris.

Fanfare's rim shots backstage. Who cares? All is 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 lugered and the teeth are thick and

bare, bare moves.

She's hot and red and creamy and sugared and the band is awful and so are the

tunes.

Crawlin' on a belly, shakin' like jelly, and I'm gettin' harder than Chinese

salad.

Cheers from the plenty of me here.

It's been a hot day, yellow for more.

Squirtin' out the cigarette butts on the floor. And I like jelly.

You like Jane?

What was the girl with the snakeskin's name? It's an early bird's matinee. Come

back any day. Get you a little something that you can't get at home.

And get you a little something that you can't get at home.

It's business and a cheese drink. Beer and a satin. Boiling through a shot

and a buffalo squeezing.

Pop on front row, a high and a kite.

And I'll be back tomorrow night.

And I'll be back tomorrow night.

Zubidabba, zubidabba, zubidabba say.

Zubidabba, zubidabba, zubidabba say.