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

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?

Love? Love?