Baby, ain't you heard about the night club called The Nice Nice They got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other Wednesday night I can see all the stains in your white tights When you stand in the black lights down at The Nice Nice And we were born in these night clubs And you make those propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs You'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of the night If you're still at The Nice Nice Livin large and feelin small (livin large, livin large) Gettin nice with Night Club Dwight in the bathroom stall He got the margin call Now, let's get a little marginal She's small and sweet, but she's a straight up theif She puts the lipstick in her pocket, and then she casually leaves He's big and strong, but he's halfway gone He puts the pipe up to his mouth, then he casually breathes