The American Way of Love

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?