The Camptown ladies came again
The World's Fair and the oil can
Dan the Strongman, and Tyler too
They sashayed in, in garland capes
Brandished pork and organ pipes
Ablaze in stars and stripes and boo hoo hoo
Now I liked to keep my engine clean
I'd fill it up with gasoline
I'd get it shining bright like new
But all of them just took a piece
And drove it out, out on the streets
And left me black with grease and high on glue
I said "Let me keep my vague romances
All the silver went to Francis
And all the second chances went to Sue"
And I buried their sorrows then
Deep in the sunbaked Sudan
And took the mountain van to Katmandoo
Now, the white boy had a family band
And I traded an accordion
For beans and three sardines and vegan stew
But they left me on the fourteenth flour
Strangled like an albacore
Screaming like a eunuch co*katoo
And now I'm alone and I don't feel right
I'm hanging on a hallway light
With an open container and a fever of a hundred and two
And tomorrow it is set to rain
The city is a frying pan
And I'm a hot dog in a bark canoe
Drifting through the open crowd
In Black Peter's cloak and shroud
Singing loud to the chosen few