A Most Disgusting Song - Rodriguez (西斯托·狄亚斯·罗德里格斯)

I've played every kind of gig there is to play now

I've played faggot bars hooker bars motor cycle funerals

In opera houses concert halls halfway houses

Well I found that in all these places that I've played

All the people 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 ***

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 the 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 masts

Yeah They're all here the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms

Red heads brunettes brownettes and the dyed haired blondes

Who talk to dogs chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed

Who mislay their dreams and lay their 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