Cripple Sam and Joo McGoo
Will join you at the subway
Take a trip downtown
To the 42nd Street Ballet
At the sidewalk supermart
The customers assemble
Look around 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 ninety-five
Takes you to the movies
With the secret sins
Of nymphomaniacs unveiled
Later on a indiscreet
Encounter in the men's room
And you tell yourself that a natural urge prevailed
And every night you will find
(Sittin' and a-sippin' on a Burgie)
Men who've found piece of mind
For a minimum of payment
There's 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?
If I should meet you on the street someday
Someday
The price is right
How sweet to be a cloud
Taste of you, sweet in my mouth
Coming
You will find them in her eyes
In her eyes, in her eyes
(Agnus dei, qui tollis peccata mundi)
♪
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
How much fun its been
Joo McGoo (Love)
Waiting for an answer (Love)
Sweet in my mouth (Love, love)
In time (Love)
So if you want
The looking glass
When it is
Love, love
California
Love, love, love, love
In her eyes, in her eyes
In her eyes