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Dan Bern - Street TV

Song Lyrics

And he's a-walking down the street, surveying all the meat
His wife's got leather wrapped around her feet
He's smoking cigarettes, pitchin emphets
Sneering at the faggots in their black leather jackets
They're all pretty gay like John Gay...
Gayon Wilson, John Casey, there's a real queen
Like Ellory queen? yeah hahaha

Set him up behind glass that faggot man
Exhibit 10 and tag it man

Plastic Mork and Mindys and baby shaped Kimbys
A sandwich is a sandwich, but a manwich is a manwich
Dentyne, pre-teen, listerine, visene,
anasine, allerin, aspirin pound it in
Export union car buy and see how many people buy
Don't matter if some heart goes splatter
Low-tide, high-tide, improved side, cyanide

Lets elect Jack Kemp, stick in John Glenn
Why not sample Shirley Temple
We're checking Ronald Reagan
Stupy for president, Bedtime for Bonzo,
Governor Gonzo
Sh-i-i-i-i-i-t

Johnny come lately stately
Looking for a back-door whore to bore
Through a perforated screen door,
He won't wine or dine her, ocean liner
In return for a minute of sin
Her black leather pants won't fix his dinner
But for a well-placed fifty dollar bill
She'll take him upstairs and make him spill
In violence
cum cum ooooh, don't you kill the silence
nothing said about the pill.

In a matter of minutes I could get you arrested,
For the transaction you've suggested
I could jail you
Have you labeled a sinner
Unless you care to dance at a senators dinner.
Can't buy me love? Well forget about love.
I'll kiss my money, I'll grope it poke it stroke it
Then I'll fuck my money fuck my money fuck my money.

Halloween can be the scene of crazy things to do
You can dress up like an Orthodox Jew
You say that's been done?
Then try something bigger
Get a paid position as a kitchen nigger

Theres a man whose face caught fire
His burned up jazzed up funeral pyre
He's walking this way, he looks dejected
Don't talk to him, you'll get infected
Stick your balls in a pretty folly
Fa-la-la-la-la-la
Nuke the gay whales for Jesus, ha ha ha

Stadium Paladium, 90 in the shade
Kill your boredom in a video arcade
Go ahead and disagree but you better shout
You'll need more than just a walkman to tune me out
Confucian, pollution, get your microchip fix
When your cord gets cut you'll be picking up sticks
So hypnotize yourself like a shell-shocked mole
Before too long, you will
You will bury your soul

And he's a-walking down the street, surveying all the meat
His wife's got leather wrapped around her feet
He's smoking cigarettes, pitchin emphets
Life and breath in his every breath
Life and breath in his every breath

Notes:
I transcribed this and parts were hard to understand, so they could be wrong. Some of the names especially, I wasn't sure who he was talking about. Here's another version


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