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    "A Most Disgusting Song" Lyrics


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    I've played every kind of gig there is to play now
    I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals
    In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses

    Well I found that in all these places that I've played
    all the people that 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 hurts

    While 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 a teacher that will kiss you in French
    Who could never give love, could only fearfully clench

    Yeah, people every night it's the same old thing
    Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, again

    And 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 mast

    Yeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms
    redheads, brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes
    Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed
    who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed

    And every night it's going to be the same old thing
    Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny
    Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
    This song was submitted on February 27th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Sixto Diaz Rodriguez.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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