vocals:  Joe Hight


Every week on Saturday 
at nine the show begins
twenty to the doorman 
with a smile will get you in
Every week on Saturday
she's swinging on the poll
dancing to the music
prostituting all her soul


Silver glitter in the dark
reflecting off her chest
feeding all the fantasies
degusting all the rest
stripped of all her innocence
projecting lust and sin
quiet in the back old man
the show is about to begin


Every week on Saturday
the doors open at nine
Fickie dances on the poll
to show off her behind
calling in all media
to document the bust
during the cocaine holiday
her blue eyes turned to rust



		              
		              

  Genre: Pop Vocals