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Cripple Sam and Joo McGooWill meet you at the subwayTake a trip downtown to the 42nd Street BalletAt the sidewalk supermartThe customers assembleLook around and see what the meat department has todayAnd watch the queens do their thingHum-boy, listen to the rhythmYes, they do know how to singAnd you can take one home for moneyWho will not think you are funnyWhen you explain the delicate attentions you requireAnd a dollar ninety-fiveTakes you to the moviesWith the secret sins of nymphomaniacs unveiledLater an indiscreet encounter in the men's roomAnd you tell yourself that a natural urge prevailedAnd every night you can find (Sittin' and a-sippin' on a Burgie)Men who've found peace of mindFor a minimum of paymentThere's topless entertainmentThat men above the age of thirty-five can understandHmmm, we can make California good-time musicIn the back seat of my carHmmm, later I will tell you what it's like to be a starNow you know I'm not the first oneAnd I cannot be the lastTo kiss your apple cheeksAnd run away into your pastBut we'll have good-time musicElectric good-time musicCalifornia good-time musicHmmm, yeahLove? Love?