Lyrics

Not so long ago, like sheep with a shepherd
We flocked around the jukebox.
Me and Mary Lou were playin' Chuck Berry records,
the minister of Rock and Roll Orthodox.
Her ma and pa were reactionaries
They called me a "Pinko Red".
I finally found it in the dictionary
I must have looked underfed.

Tell me
How's the maid at the Hotel Slaughter
Gonna pay off that bet I knew she'd lose?
and how's Rock and Roll gonna treat your daughter
After she's been making' it with the blues?

This pot of gold fell out of the sky
And changed my income bracket...
At midnight it turned into apple pie.
One of those high finance racquets.
I took it over to Billy Jean King
To try it out on the tennis court...
But she had to attend to other tihings
So I stayed to hold down the fort...
The Indians came and I let 'em in,
Then I evicted the cavalry
And sent them off down a dusty road
With Bobby Keys blowin' reveille...

Tell me
How's the maid at the Hotel Slaughter
Gonna pay off that bet I knew she'd lose?
and how's Rock and Roll gonna treat your daughter
After she's been making' it with the blues?

I passed your agency jobs
On my way down to the tar pit
There was a man downstairs laying' odds
All over your new carpet.
Then this cat come in with nothin' to say
And drank your bottle of rum....
I would've told you about it yesterday
but the cat had my tongue.

Tell me
How's the maid at the Hotel Slaughter
Gonna pay off that bet I knew she'd lose?
and how's Rock and Roll gonna treat your daughter
After she's been making' it with the blues?

I knew a classy window dresser
That'd wave whenever I'd pass
I was there when they arrested her
I went flyin’ through the glass
I saw a curious window sticker that vanished when I tried to grab it
It said;" "Who do you think is really quicker, The magician or the rabbit?"
So I sold my soul to the Playboy Bunny For a basket of sunny sided eggs
And now I'm writing' songs for money,
'Stead of writing' songs for friends.

Tell me
How's the maid at the Hotel Slaughter
Gonna pay off that bet I knew she'd lose?
and how's Rock and Roll gonna treat your daughter
After she's been making' it with the blues?