Neil Innes - Topless-A-Go-Go Lyrics
Slick Willie was a shoeshine boyWorkin' downtown, 42nd StreetHe had a little racket dealin' out some packetsthat no one ever saw him eatWell Rita was a go-go dancerin a bar just across the streetWhile Willie shined shoes Rita swung her *****sto a hunky, funky, junkier beatTopless-A-Go-GoPut a little shine on your shoesDress up nice, 'cause you're in paradiseAnd you chase away the mean ol' bluesWell Willie knew Rita danced toplessAnd Rita knew Willie shined shoeBecause very night among the flashing lightsThey'd come out 'n' say "How do you do?"There each went about their businessUntil the break of dayThen they count out the bucks while the garbage trucksTow the rest of the night awayTopless-A-Go-GoPut a little shine on your shoesDress up nice, 'cause you're in paradiseAnd you chase away the mean ol' bluesDooby doop dooDoobly doobly dooWaah waahDooby doop dooOooh ooohWell Willie was found in an alleyAnd Rita got stabbed by a drunkA telephone call replaced "The Belle of the Ball"and there was someone else dealin' out junkWell if you can't see the moral of this storyWell then you can't see the trees for the woodBecause the things that are done in the name of funCan cost a whole lot more than they shouldTopless-A-Go-GoPut a little shine on your shoesDress up nice, 'cause you're in paradiseAnd you chase away the mean ol'...Topless-A-Go-GoPut a little shine on your shoesDress up nice, 'cause you're in paradiseAnd you chase away the mean oool' blu
