Song | The Straight Razor Cabaret |
Artist | Voltaire |
Album | Riding a Black Unicorn... |
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In a café | |
On the Champs-Élysées | |
I saw a girl the other day | |
I was beguiled | |
'Til I saw her smile | |
It was a gash across her face | |
Not long ago, she found that she was alone | |
So she wandered into the vaudeville show | |
She should've known it'd be bad, | |
She saw the name that it had: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
The first act was a stripper | |
And the host looked like Jack the Ripper | |
But the audience was dreary | |
So he slashed them smiles from ear to ear | |
He used a straight razor, | |
'Cause he's a face-raper | |
And there's nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he tells a joke, | |
You better laugh 'til you choke | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
When I went down to Camden Town | |
I saw a man reading the Bible | |
I won't in haste describe his face | |
For I might be sued for libel | |
Not long ago, he found that he was alone | |
So he wandered into the vaudeville show | |
He should've known he'd be maimed | |
When he discovered the name: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
While a strumpet stroked a donkey | |
The host juggled five dead monkeys | |
But the audience was snobs | |
So he took a knife right to their gobs | |
He used a straight razor, | |
'Cause he's a face-raper | |
And there's nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he does a trick | |
You better laugh until you're sick | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
They call him straight razor | |
'Cause he's a face-raper, | |
And there's nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
If he pulls a gaffe | |
You better bloody up and laugh, | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret |
In a cafe | |
On the ChampsÉ lyse es | |
I saw a girl the other day | |
I was beguiled | |
' Til I saw her smile | |
It was a gash across her face | |
Not long ago, she found that she was alone | |
So she wandered into the vaudeville show | |
She should' ve known it' d be bad, | |
She saw the name that it had: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
The first act was a stripper | |
And the host looked like Jack the Ripper | |
But the audience was dreary | |
So he slashed them smiles from ear to ear | |
He used a straight razor, | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he tells a joke, | |
You better laugh ' til you choke | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
When I went down to Camden Town | |
I saw a man reading the Bible | |
I won' t in haste describe his face | |
For I might be sued for libel | |
Not long ago, he found that he was alone | |
So he wandered into the vaudeville show | |
He should' ve known he' d be maimed | |
When he discovered the name: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
While a strumpet stroked a donkey | |
The host juggled five dead monkeys | |
But the audience was snobs | |
So he took a knife right to their gobs | |
He used a straight razor, | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he does a trick | |
You better laugh until you' re sick | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
They call him straight razor | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper, | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
If he pulls a gaffe | |
You better bloody up and laugh, | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret |
In a café | |
On the ChampsÉ lysé es | |
I saw a girl the other day | |
I was beguiled | |
' Til I saw her smile | |
It was a gash across her face | |
Not long ago, she found that she was alone | |
So she wandered into the vaudeville show | |
She should' ve known it' d be bad, | |
She saw the name that it had: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
The first act was a stripper | |
And the host looked like Jack the Ripper | |
But the audience was dreary | |
So he slashed them smiles from ear to ear | |
He used a straight razor, | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he tells a joke, | |
You better laugh ' til you choke | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
When I went down to Camden Town | |
I saw a man reading the Bible | |
I won' t in haste describe his face | |
For I might be sued for libel | |
Not long ago, he found that he was alone | |
So he wandered into the vaudeville show | |
He should' ve known he' d be maimed | |
When he discovered the name: | |
The Straight Razor Cabaret | |
While a strumpet stroked a donkey | |
The host juggled five dead monkeys | |
But the audience was snobs | |
So he took a knife right to their gobs | |
He used a straight razor, | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
And if he does a trick | |
You better laugh until you' re sick | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
They call him straight razor | |
' Cause he' s a faceraper, | |
And there' s nothing he hates more | |
Than a stick in the mud | |
If he pulls a gaffe | |
You better bloody up and laugh, | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret | |
At the Straight Razor Cabaret |