Sixto Rodriguez - A Most Disgusting Song Lyrics
I've played every kind of gig there is to play nowI've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funeralsIn opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses.Well I found that in all these places that I've playedAll the people that I've played for are the same peopleSo if you'll listen, maybe you'll see someone you know in this song.A most disgusting song.The local diddy bop pimp comes inActing limp he sits down with a grinNext to a girl that has never been chasedThe bartender wipes a smile off his faceThe delegates cross the floor,Curtsy and promenade through the doors,And slowly the evening begins.And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" ButtsWho's just crazy about them East Lafayette weekend slutsTalking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirtAnd everyone's drinking the detergentsThat cannot remove their hurtsWhile the Mafia provides your drugs,Your government will provide the shrugs,And your national guard will supply the slugs,So they sit all satisfied.And there's old playboy RalphWho's always been shorter than himself,And there's a man with his chin in his hand,Who knows more than he'll ever understand.Yeah, every night it's the same old thingGetting high, getting drunk, getting hornyAt the Inn-Between, again.And there's the bearded schoolboy with the wooden eyesWho at every scented skirt whispers up and sighsAnd there's a teacher that will kiss you in FrenchWho could never give love, could only fearfully clenchYeah, people every night it's the same old thingGetting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party, againAnd there's the militant with his store-bought soulThere's someone here who's almost a virgin I've been toldAnd there's Linda glass-made who speaks of the pastWho genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and stands at half mastYeah, They're all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,Redheads, brunettes, brownettes and the dyed haired blondes,Who talk to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed,Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbedAnd every night it's going to be the same old thingGetting high, getting drunk, getting hornyLost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again
