Sit on my lap . . .
We four dudes of Gay Paris are
Bearing booze we traverse afar
Beer in fountains, coke in mountains
Sitting in BZ’s car
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night
Bar with sleazy lighting right
Festive drinking, we’re all stinking
Guide us to her lusty thighs
Born a rap dude in the swamps of shame
Dub to the H it is his name
Drunk forever, ceasing never
Under-dressed and slightly crazed
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night
Bar with sleazy lighting right
Festive drinking, we’re all stinking
Guide us to her lusty thighs
Crazy legs to offer has Slim
He only drinks beer, he never drinks gin
Vertical snaking and stage a-shaking
Worship him for all his sins
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night
Bar with sleazy lighting right
Festive drinking, we’re all stinking
Guide us to her lusty thighs
Blacktooth arrives, as handsome as doom
Hair slicked back like ravens and gloom
Soloing, riffing, a little coke sniffing
Staying backstage and in the green room
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night
Bar with sleazy lighting right
Festive drinking, we’re all stinking
Guide us to her lusty thighs
Glorious now Six Guns does arise
Cigarette rolled and beautiful eyes
Has one shooter, three rums to smooth it
Now he’s drunk, so BZ drives
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night
Bar with sleazy lighting right
Festive drinking, we’re all stinking
Guide us to her lusty thighs
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