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A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every kind of gig there is to play now

I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals

In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.Well I found that in all these places that I've played

all the people I've played for are the same people

So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.A most disgusting song.The local diddy bop pimp comes in

Acting limp he sits down with a grin

next to a girl that has never been chased

The bartender wipes a smile off his face

The delegates cross the floor,

curtsy and promenade through the doors,

and slowly the evening begins.And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts

who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts

Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt

And everyone's drinking the detergents

that cannot remove their hurtsWhile the Mafia provides your drugs,

your government will provide the shrugs,

and your national guard will supply the slugs,

so they sit all satisfied.And there's old playboy Ralph

who's always been shorter than himself,

and there's a man with his chin in his hand,

who knows more than he'll ever understand.Yeah, every night it's the same old thing

Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

At the "Inn-Between", again.And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes.

Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs

and there's the teacher that will kiss you in French

Who could never give love, could only fearfully clenchYeah, people every night it's the same old thing

Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, againAnd there's the militant with his store-bought soul

There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told

And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past

who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half mastsYeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,

red heads brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,

Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed,

who mislay their dreams and lay their claim that they were robbedAnd every night it's going to be the same old thing

Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again

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