[00:01.563] Johannesburg! Johannesburg! Johannesburg!
[00:16.598] I'd like to do a most disgusting song for you
[00:34.698] I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
[00:38.409] I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals
[00:42.708] In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses
[00:51.837] Well I found that in all these places that I've played
[00:56.154] All the people that I've played for are the same people
[01:00.778] So if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song
[01:05.811] A most disgusting song
[01:09.350] The local diddy bop pimp comes in
[01:12.630] Acting limp he sits down with a grin
[01:16.815] Next to a girl that has never been chased
[01:21.146] The bartender wipes a smile off his face
[01:26.111] The delegates cross the floor
[01:29.851] Curtsy and promenade through the doors
[01:34.177] And slowly the evening begins
[01:43.310] And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
[01:47.026] Who's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend sluts
[01:51.300] Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt
[01:54.989] And everyone's drinking the detergents
[01:57.340] That cannot remove their hurts
[01:59.731] While the Mafia provides your drugs
[02:03.879] Your government will provide the shrugs
[02:08.162] And your national guard will supply the slugs
[02:12.152] So they sit all satisfied
[02:17.872] And there's old playboy Ralph
[02:21.005] Who's always been shorter than himself
[02:25.226] And there's a man with his chin in his hand
[02:29.452] Who knows more than he'll ever understand
[02:33.350] Yeah, every night it's the same old thing
[02:37.339] Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[02:42.516] At the Inn-Between, again
[02:50.472] And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyes
[02:54.512] Who at every scented skirt whispers up and sighs
[02:58.615] And there's a teacher that will kiss you in French
[03:03.298] Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench
[03:06.668] Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing
[03:11.016] Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again
[03:23.790] And there's the militant with his store-bought soul
[03:28.167] There's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been told
[03:32.155] And there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
[03:36.070] Who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half-mast
[03:40.925] Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms
[03:44.624] Redheads, brunettes, brunettes, and the dyed haired blondes
[03:48.914] Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed
[03:53.098] Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed
[03:57.999] And every night it's going to be the same old thing
[04:01.994] Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
[04:06.306] Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again