Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,
I aint got a quarter, got a postage stamp
Been five oclock shadow boxing all around the town,
Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and al cohn
Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole
And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes,
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues
And...
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