I'm a vendor of quack nostrums born in a Kansas shack
I came down to Greenwich Village with a tea chest on my back
I danced a while for Andy and crashed his Cadillac
And now I'm just waiting for my ban
Oh does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?
When your mother says "Don't do it" do you crank it up in spite?
Do you rob your brother's Giro? Do you talk a load of sh**e?
Does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?
I've drank too much black coffee
Read too much Bill Burroughs
I've been a he, I've been a she
A "maybe" and "who knows"
I've had the CBGBs
I've journeyed way upstate
So don't you rock me, Daddio
Oh does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?
When your mother says "Don't do it" do you crank it up in spite?
Do you rob your brother's giro? Do you talk a load of sh**e
Does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?
Does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?
When your mother says "Don't do it" do you crank it up in spite?
Do you rob your brother's Giro? Do you talk a load of sh**e
Does your h**n lose its glamour
Does your h**n lose its glamour
Does your h**n lose its glamour on the washboard overnight?