Imperial Drag - Playboy After Dark lyrics

Now's the time, come of age, for the liberation. Namath fumbles, Jesus saves, playmate congregation Slipping from the loving cup, sees his fall collection. Later one may tie you up, at your discretion. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon - the crowd has begun to swell. There's catfights, dim lights here From the covers of Vogue and Elle. Welcome swingers, to Playboy after dark. Swapping wives, sharing lives. Have a dose of retro. Art brigade, Pater Max, Hugo Montenegro. They're dancing in the rumpus room. (And Hef, he's such a gas.) In his smoking jacket, pipe and highball gla**. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon - a scene is awaiting you. See co*ktail cowboys, and movie stars in the nude. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon - house of the rising sun. It's all here lover, at Playboy after dark. C'mon, c'mon, c'monm won't you turn on, turn on, turn on? Debutantes and astronauts, bachelors, rogues and cads. everyone scream aloud love in quotation marks. Even Z-man would be proud, of the Playboy after dark. The Playboy after dark.