Baby’s sleeping the cats have all been blessed
Ain’t nothing doing on TV (summer repeats)
Put on my space suit I got to look my best
I’m going out to do the city
‘Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Livin’ in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon lights
But when darkness hits the town
And there’s washing on your line
Get your knickers down
Before the dreaded sign
When the clock strikes eight
And you’re snuggled up in bed
He’ll be at the garden gate
Filling underwear with dread
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog’s eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you’ve been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
Lucy MacEvil
Honey, where ya been all night?
Your hair’s all messed up, babe
An’ the clothes you’re wearin’
Just don’t fit ya right
Well Mr. Harper couldn’t be here cause he stayed too long at Kelly’s Bar again
And if you smell Shirley Thompson’s breath you’ll find she’s had a little nip of gin
And then you have the nerve to tell me, you think that as a mother I’m not fit
Well this is just a little Peyton Place, and you’re all Harper Valley hypocrites
Everyone’s moral fiber’s in complete decay there;
They’ve got a problem cleaning up the PTA there.
Peyton Place, U.S.A.
If we stop to gaze upon a star
People talk about how “bad” we are
Ours is not an easy age
We’re like tigers in a cage
What a town without pity can do
Because I’m bad, I’m bad come on
You know I’m bad, I’m bad come on, you know
You know I’m bad, I’m bad come on, you know
And the whole world has to
Answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who’s bad
Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who’s fat
Across the street, a neon sign
All you can eat for a dollar ninety nine
Aww, that old stew is the baddest in the land
But a one dollar’s worth was all that I could stand
Sometimes, sometimes bad is bad
Look down-hearted and confused
Because lately you’ve been startin’ to lose
Losin’ out on everything, you might try to do
Bad luck’s there, it’s got a hold on you
My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I’m busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound, but I’m busted
I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won’t lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county’s gonna haul my belongings away cause I’m busted.
My bank went broke and my well ran dry.
It was almost enough to contemplate suicide.
I turned on the gas, but I soon realized
I hadn’t settled my bill so they cut off my supply.
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the window closed so he’d never wake up
Might as well jump. Jump!
Might as well jump
Go ahead, jump. Jump!
Go ahead and jump
Dance this new creation
It’s the new sensation
Do the Bunny hop
Hop, hop, hop
So dancing days are here again
As the summer evenings grow
You are my flower, you are my power
You are my woman who knows
If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
You’re gonna meet some gentle people there
For those who come to San Francisco
Summertime will be a love-in there
In the streets of San Francisco
Gentle people with flowers in their hair
Dress the way you please and put your mind at ease
It’s a city known for its freedom, (freedom)
Cycles shining bright break the silence of the night
Inhibitions, no, you don’t need them, (no),no,(no)
(San Francisco), San Francisco
(San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah
(San Francisco), he he he he hey
(You’ve got me)