Voltaire Cathouse Tragedy
Alright girls, come on. Move it along. Don't dilly-dally, Men are waiting. Gentlemen! Come on in, Right on in, To our temple of sin, The sensual land, sublime With multiple versions Of every perversion And women of every kind If you're a fellow Who likes a bordello With something on, For a change, Two dollars more, You can have a dead whore We specialize in the strange
If you get lucky this evening And one takes you up for a whirl Might I suggest you look Under the dress 'Cause we can't tell The boys from the girls here! Tragedy! At the cathouse tonight! Come and see Why we like to Call our cathouse tragedy. What a curious sight! Our female selection Is not quite perfection It's like biting into A bitter confection At Cathouse Tragedy!
There's an Asian albino And as far as I know She has the prosthetic eye And if you approve it She'll gladly remove it If you tire of her thighs Don't be alarmed By the girl with no arms She's actually quite a treat And if you wanna She'll peel your banana She's bloody good with her feet!
If you get lucky this evening And one takes you up for a spin I'd be suggestin' A lamb-intestine. You don't know where These girls have been! Tragedy! At the cathouse tonight! Come and see Why we like to Call our cathouse tragedy. What a curious sight! Our female selection Is not quite perfection It's like biting into A bitter confection At Cathouse Tragedy!
They called you pretty In your hometown Not to be petty, But here in the city, You're not all that pretty, You're lucky we keep you around!
Now get back to work! Come on in to the cathouse! We've got pussies of every kind: We have black, white And yellow and red ones. And only one or two are feline! I'm your benevolent MC And I'm here to make sure they behave Sure, they smell like cheese And they're full of disease, But just think of the money you'll save!
Tragedy! At the cathouse tonight! Come and see Why we like to Call our cathouse tragedy. What a curious sight! Our female selection Is not quite perfection It's like biting into A bitter confection At Cathouse Tragedy! At the Cathouse Tragedy!
All right, girls. Come on, move it along. I don't want to be here anymore than you.
I should've been a dentist.
