With a handful of
bandits
and a belly of beauty
Going off limits, going off duty
Going off the rails, going off with booty
The tales of fiction found that all the criminal types
Lead to a higher rank and man are refenced with thin red stripes
The pies next door,
the mums and dads US and militants,
have you ever been had?
In Clubland,
in Clubland
There's a piece in someone's pocket To do the dirty work
You've come to shoot the pony You've come to do the jerk
They'll leave you halfway to paradise
They'll leave you halfway to bliss
The letters in the test sheet never seem like this
The pies next door,
the mums and dads US and militants,
have you ever been had?
In Clubland, in Clubland
The long arm out there lights up the outskirts of town
Meanwhile in Clubland,
they are ready to pull them down
The right to work is traded in For the right to
refuse admission
Don't pass out now,
there's no refund Did you find out what you were missing?
The crowd is taking forty winks Minus ten percent
You barely get required sleep To go lingering with contentment
Thursday to Saturday Money's gone already
Something's come in common these
days Your hands and work aren't steady
The pies next door, the mums and
dads US and militants, have you ever been had?
In Clubland,
in Clubland In Clubland,
in Clubland