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Demented New York athletes staggering round the blockDeformed Chicanos pour in, Chicago's rolling stockDigital bathrooms drilling for fursSurgical stockings marked his and hersGuggenheim attitudes abck to backWith Jewish BaroqueNo way street - no way streetHappy to see you, you have a nice day!Defecting russian dance into Hockney printsExclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in redFrom the land of blue rinseThey boggle at menus in Olde English verse"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worstThe hissing of omelettes the breaking of legsDon't shoot till you see the whites of their eggsThe pnk fillet mignon looks black on the negsStrange apparatusYou've never seenSrange apparatus, ever stranger themeStreet alligatorsBig AnglophileWill navigate us through a change of styleI came, I saw what manner of beast is thisLetras de cancionesNew York, you talk a little bit left of centreA scream, a shoutNew York is throwing its weight aboutWalk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eyeThe stronger the wood the straighter the arrowDismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queing for sleaze"Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners, and no amputees"Sexual athlete applies dor auditionWilling to make it in any positionJust one of the extras with blood on their facesIn snow-white and the seven basket casesI'm happy and dopey and dirty in placesNo way streetNo way streetLock up your daughters, Avon crawling!Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rockBattle and bitch for the ultimate kitchOf a crucifix clockTwo miniature romans, running on railsAppear every hour and bang in the nailsI've got to have it, Christ, I gotta bet the firstOn your blockDisturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the newsThey're picketing synagogues and claiming thatHitler was King of the JewsCaught in the tunnel an ambulance howlsA men's room attendant is flapping his jowlsSssh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels.Strange apparatusYou've never seenStrange apparatus, even stranger themeStreet alligatorsBig AnglophileWill navigate us through a change of styleStrange apparatusYou've never seenStrange apparatus, even stranger themeWalk straight, walk tall, spit the world right in the eyeThe stronger the wood, the straighter the arrowNo way street - no way street ..... From Letras Mania