Rodriguez - A Most Disgusting Song lyrics

I've played every kind of gig
There is to play now
I've played faggot bars, hooker bars
Motorcycle funerals
In opera houses, concert halls
Halfway houses

Well I found that in all
These places that I've played
All the people that I've played
For are the same people so if you'll listen
Maybe you'll see someone you
Know in this song a most disgusting song

The local diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he sit's down with a grin
Next to a girl that has never been chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his face
The delegates cross the floor
Curtsy and promenade through the doors
And slowly the evening begins

And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck" Butts
Who's just crazy about them
East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in crumpled up shirt

And everyone's drinking the detergents
That cannot remove their hurts

While 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 Ralph
Who'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 thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

At the Inn-Between, again
And there's the bearded schoolboy
With the wooden eyes
Who at every scented skirt
Whispers up and sighs
And there's a teacher that will
Kiss you in French
Who could never give love
Could only fearfully clench

Yeah, people every night it's
The same old thing
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at
Mr flood's party, again

And there's the militant with
His store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a
Virgin I've been told
And there's Linda glass made who
Speaks of the past who genuflects, salutes
Signs the cross and stands at half mast

Yeah, They're all here
The Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms
Redheads, brunettes, brunettes
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 robbed

And every night it's going to
Be the same old thing
Getting high, getting drunk, getting horny

Lost, even, at Martha's Vineyard, again