On, in the alley by the sidewalk the band they take a break Trying to make a list of the things that they ought to take When up turns the hat-check girl, says, “Time to blow Everybody is waiting tonight for the big freak show.” And the barman says, “Now don't you worry here son My middle name is Adolf and I do this job for fun You on the run?” (Whoah, I said)
Way down on Pleasure Street It's a freaky place where freaks all meet Yeah, way down on Pleasure Street Oh-oh, where the freaks all meet
So up rides Napoleon saying how much he was framed Riding ‘round in Russia and riding back home again And his trusty nag, Trigger, did not know which way to go ‘Till he finally wound up in the middle of the Big Freak Show Well, Ahab was playing in the penny arcade Counting up the pennies and the nickels, yes that he's made Got the get paid – flayed, laid now
So the moral of the story and the meaning of the song Is that the only game in town tonight is the one you're on And you can always get what you want, oh yes, But if everything is closed just ask for Johnnie's restaurant Well, Debra and Rhonda they'll be dancing their stuff Free beer for the customers that give them enough It's rough – all over it's toughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
