Gamblers re -evaluate along
You'll never know yourself
until heart attack advice
Dr. Lawyer, a beggar man thief
Remarkable looks on in disbelief
You wanna taste the madness,
but you gotta stand in line
You'll never see anyone you know
Bodie's hot, moonshine of white,
Don't you know there ain't no devil,
it's just God when he's drunk
Well, this stuff is gonna kill you,
but let's do another line
You know that's why you met Midtown
See the little rich girl in the see -through top
She's wearin' metal pushers
and she's makin' eyes at a cop
Well, she's still a virgin
but it's only five till nine
Yeah, you were better off in Iowa
Against your scrambled eggs
And now you're crawling down
On a pair of broken legs, yeah
Ignorance is useful every
On heart attack and fire go
A lie, a lie with your pants on fire
You know the white spades
are hanging from the telephone wire
The gamblers re -evaluate along
that's just God when he's drunk?
This stuff is gonna kill me,
but let's do another line.
You say you meet McDowell
And Dr. Lawyer and the bigger man
He will feel that your remarkable
shakes his head in disbelief
If you wanna taste the madness
then you're gonna stand in line
You'll never see anyone you know
There's a little rich girl
in the see -through top, yeah
Yeah, she's still a virgin,
You see a dozen other men,
And I said, now, boat is high,
Don't you know there ain't no devil,
he's just God with his drum
This stuff is gonna kill us,
but let's do another line
That's why you met me down