Bless you for your hit parade
I guess we had it made for a night
Thank you for that moment's flash
Before our hopes were dashed
And the paper fade
It was nothing like we thought it'd be
Our meeting history on a wire
Thank you for your gilded age
Your swinging barricade
I nearly lost my head
Let's buy a bandy-legged prostitute
For our fashion shoot
She'll be all right
Let's buy a bandy-legged prostitute
And he can play the flute
All night
Waiting to be frozen
Tinkling in your gla**
How sweetly you can drink me
How briefly I'll last
Thank you for the desperate thought
You were so overwrought
You had to just lie down
Thank you for your hit parade
Barbaric serenade
Sung through razor teeth
It was nothing like we thought it'd be
Our meeting history on a wire
Thank you for your gilded age
Your swinging barricade
Couldn't lock us out