Banjo & Sullivan - Dick Soup lyrics

Liquored up in Jackson after the show Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew The Motor City knew just where I should go Hundreds of women for old Adam Banjo Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot Looked at my roadie and said, "Ready or not" Splashed on Hai-Karate, ready to run my race Took a look around, there wasn't a woman in the place Dick soup Ball city Ain't it a pity To be true? Dick soup Milwaukee was the next town I hopped up on stage Thought I might get lucky, me and Roy was all the rage Looked out on the crowd, much to my surprise Place was plum sold out with nothing but guys Dick soup co*k salad Can't sing a ballad Don't give a hoot Dick soup Played in San Fransisco for some free love Met a big ol' hippie chick from heaven above Looked back at the band, they were staring at her feet Roy said, "Adam, son, don't drop your keys" Well, the Nashville station KPSY threw us a party And we still don't know why Valet and champagne, fried chicken and c**aine No hookers in the end, just a hot tub full of men Dick soup Brown-eye blue It's up to you Better get loot Dick soup