She had a do not disturb sign hanging off her back She looked taller than she was in her tapered slacks Calculated head of hair and cowboy boots She said, I'm a country girl from down on 8th avenue She bought a bottle of wine Two bananas and a New York Times The man behind the counter smiled this time Cant blame him boys I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise I saw a poodle in a parking lot look just like you He was sitting in a pink Cadillac with a view Waiting for his mistress with a beret on his head I wanted to laugh but it wasnt funny yet It was a quarter to nine He was running on Las Vegas time Show's about to start so stand in line Can't blame him boys I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise Three women in the front seat of a 60's Chevrolet Fins and wings and rattle of tailpipe Driving down a New York City street like it was day But it was 2 AM and they were stuck at a red light Somebody yelled from behind Thought the three looked like a valentine But the bumper sticker read Treat Her Right Can't blame 'em boys I heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise He was watching the TV like it was really gonna talk Watching it close like it was really gonna walk Some woman on the screen was getting k**ed again It was a rerun of the rerun where they all die in the end I don't know why He was a big fan of the violent crime Remote control was hidden in his eyes Can't blame him boys I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise We were sitting in a cafe designed by Paul Hlee I asked myself, is this real or a toupee Everybody was so young they still smoked cigarettes I guess the collective unconscious hasn't woken up yet It was a quarter to nine We were running on Las Vegas time Show's about to start so stand in line Can't blame us boys We all sigh above the dirty white noise