The American Way of Love Lyrics

Cripple Sam and Joo McGoo
Will meet you at the subway.
Take a trip downtown to the 42nd Street Ballet.
At the sidwalk supermart
The customers a**emble.
Looka round and see what the meat department has today.

And watch the queens do their thing,
Hum-boy, listen to the rhythm;
Yes, they do know how to sing
And you can take on home for money
Who will not think you are funny
When you explain the delicate attentions you require.

And a dollar nintey-five
Takes you to the movies
With the secret sins of nymphomaniacs unveiled,
Late on a indiscreet
Encounter in the men's room
While you tell yourself that a natural urge prevailed.
And ev'ry night you can find
(Sittin' and a-sippin' on a Burgie,)
Men who've found piece of mind
For a minimum of payment
There is topless entertainment
That men above the age of thirty-five can understand.
Hmmm-We can make California good-time music in the back seat of my car
Hmmm-Later I will tell you what it's like to be a star.
Now you know I'm not the first one
And I cannot be the last
To kiss your apple cheeks
And run away into your past, but
We'll have good-time music,
Electric good-time music,
California good-time music, hmmm, yeah

Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?
Love? Love?