Night and its crawling attraction
In action for a time
With its bright shining light
Gilded car of shame
Will announce the remains
On its path through the night
Only the rich move in cycles
In lycro padded pants
And a shawl of vermouth
While dreaming of the past
And a present so vast
That the future's uncouth
In comes the great loaded granddaddy
Holding his gun for the favor of youth
Holding the candelabra shade
And sprucing up his personal zoo
Look at you, with your candelabra on
Look at you and the acrobatic john
Look at you, you're the heiress of Dumont
Put on your jacket protective
Invective of the count
Holding tight, turning loose
Circus of the stars
When they climb up your arse
You're in town for the Juice