In the tunnels uptown the Rat’s own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light
Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz
Between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy
And the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland
Down in the sewer
Picking up on a lot of empty Coca Cola cans
And there sure are a lot of them around here.
How did I get down here
Well it’s a long story
I should have stayed down home out on the farm
And kept my tootsies warm
Instead of freezing them off down here.
There’s lots of rats down here
You can see the whites of their eyes
They got sharp teeth
Deep breath, and lots of diseases
There’s screaming and crying in the high-rise blocks
It’s a rat trap Billy, but you’re already caught
And you can make it if you wanna or you need it bad enough
You’re young and good-looking and you’re acting kind of tough
I believe I’ve passed the age
Of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight.
I once believed in causes too,
I had my pointless point of view,
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right.
And there’s always a place for the angry young man,
With his fist in the air and his head in the sand.
And he’s never been able to learn from mistakes,
So he can’t understand why his heart always breaks.
But his honor is pure and his courage as well,
And he’s fair and he’s true and he’s boring as hell
And he’ll go to the grave as an angry old man.
Why must you be such an angry young man
When your future looks quite bright to me?
And how can there be such a sinister plan
That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man
And you’re fooling yourself if you don’t believe it
You’re kidding yourself if you don’t believe it
Get up, get back on your feet
You’re the one they can’t beat, and you know it
Come on, let’s see what you’ve got
Just take your best shot, and don’t blow it
I need a doctor for my pressure pills
I need a lawyer for my medical bills
I need a banker to finance my home
But I need security to back my loan
It isn’t new what I’m going through
But everybody knows you got to break sometime
Another night I fought the good fight
But I’m getting closer to the borderline
And now from the Grand Ballroom
The S.S. Crabitz proudly presents our boy singer Jimmy Boofey
Take it away, Jim
I’d love to get you on a slow boat to China
All to myself alone
Get you and keep you in my arms evermore
Leave all your lovers weepin’ on a faraway shore
… Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
… Day, me say day-o
Daylight come and me wan’ go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Daylight come and me wan’ go home (me say day, me say day)
And he sideswiped 19 neat parked cars
Clipped off 13 telephone poles
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees
And Blue-Crossed seven people
It was then he lost his head
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
And he smeared for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania
I like to sit in back and watch out for cops
Play with baby’s hair, play with baby’s top
And when she gets tired that way
I whisper in her ear an’ say
Bend over, I’ll drive
Bend over, I’ll drive
Bend over, I’ll drive
Is this the way Jayne Mansfield died?
Bend over, I’ll drive
It’s a little bit funny
This feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
Don’t have much money, but
Boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
One, two, Freddy’s coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, grab your crucifix
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late
Nine, ten, never sleep again
Being young and female doesn’t mean that I’m an easy mark I’ve been swimming with piranhas I don’t need a shark Yes, life sucks But not that much OK, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Be a doll and spare the lecture
Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy!
Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye
He’s got style, a groovy smile, and a bod that just won’t stop
When the going gets rough, he’s super tough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop
Yaaah!
I need someone to love me
I need somebody to carry me home to San Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty dollar bill and then
I’ll leave Hong Kong behind me
For happiness once again