Neil Innes - Topless-A-Go-Go lyrics

Slick Willie was a shoeshine boy Workin' downtown, 42nd Street He had a little racket dealin' out some packets That no one ever saw him eat Well Rita was a go-go dancer In a bar just across the street While Willie shined shoes Rita swung her b**bs To a hunky, funky, junkier beat Topless-A-Go-Go Put a little shine on your shoes Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise And you chase away the mean ol' blues Well Willie knew Rita danced topless And Rita knew Willie shined shoe Because very night among the flashing lights They'd come out 'n' say "How do you do?" There each went about their business Until the break of day Then they count out the bucks while the garbage trucks Tow the rest of the night away Topless-A-Go-Go Put a little shine on your shoes Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise And you chase away the mean ol' blues Dooby doop doo Doobly doobly doo Waah waah Dooby doop doo Oooh oooh Well Willie was found in an alley And Rita got stabbed by a drunk A telephone call replaced "The Belle of the Ball" And there was someone else dealin' out junk Well if you can't see the moral of this story Well then you can't see the trees for the wood Because the things that are done in the name of fun Can cost a whole lot more than they should Topless-A-Go-Go Put a little shine on your shoes Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise And you chase away the mean ol'... Topless-A-Go-Go Put a little shine on your shoes Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise And you chase away the mean oool' blu