[Local Mix-up]
Rimming an ashtray, face in the light
Local mix-up, someone fix up what we broke up
The pleasure seekers are out there tonight
Local mix-up, someone fix up what we broke up
You as a person have got to think fast
'Cause this is a party that's not gonna last
And this is the same place the fly got smashed
Dress him, dress him, dress him, dress him
Dress him, dress him, dress him like a queen
Dress him, dress him, dress him, dress him
Dress him, dress him, dress him like a queen
Rimming an ashtray, face in the light
Local mix-up, someone fix up what we broke up
The pleasure seekers are out there tonight
Local mix-up, someone fix up what we broke up
You as a person have got to think fast
'Cause this is a party that's not gonna last
And this is the same place the fly got smashed
Dress him, dress him, dress him, dress him
Dress him, dress him, dress him like a queen
Dress him, dress him, dress him, dress him
Dress him, dress him, dress him like a queen
[Murder Charge]
In the early days he was bursting with confidence
I saw the light changing
Over the years he began to submerge
The nervous wreck we know him to be
The nervous twisted wreck
So watch out for Joker Bob
I wish he were just a distant relative
But he's razor close like Brylcreem gelatin
Icy cold acid in his heart
And with this we shall draw the electrifying conclusion
They strapped him in still chewing his bubblegum
Gave him the Jesus-shock
As the reporters watched
Finally his ticker stopped
They buried him with a smile on his puss
And that's the electrifying conclusion
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