Low Cut Connie - (No More) Wet T-Shirt Contests lyrics

Alright Danny what do you wanna hear? Send in the clown For my boy Danny what's it here? Send in the clowns You want the Manilow version? I'm tired of chewing on your toenail I'm tired of listening to your band I'm tired of pulling on your pigtail Just wanna play poker like a man One day I'll have a house in Florida With a little dog in the yard I play piano in a beauty parlor Put my costumes on my card, yeah! No more wet t-shirt contests No more singing in a bar Gonna put on my little black dress Go out dancing like a star, yeah! It's too late to call my brother Billy He cut me off in ‘94 He joined a little church outside the city He don't recognize me anymore I wear my undies on the outside Like a fallen woman in a pew But I wear my undies with pride What else am I supposed to do? Yeah No more wet t-shirt contests No more singing in a bar Gonna put on my little black dress (people, yeah) Go out dancing like a star I feel like my Christian phase is coming My fans are getting pretty bored But meanwhile I just keep on humming Here in the bosom of the Lord, yeah! No more wet t-shirt contests No more singing in a bar Gonna put on my little black dress Go out dancing, dancing like a star