Robert Fripp - What Kind of a Man Reads Playboy? lyrics

(Am I a s*ut?) (Wow, this is better than a movie...wow this is better than a movie...) (Do you think I'm a s*ut?) (Wow, this is better than a movie) A semi-nude love goddess with an hourgla** figure approaches and lifts me by an elbow out into a long corridor past several bathrooms which are all being used as personal bidets With a sensual shove she pushes me into a large room at the end of the hall Now this is what they call the famous game room Only men and boy children are allowed to use it and they play boisterously at the many video game machines and foosball tables that fill the room There are toys galore and Warrant blares on the quadrophonic sound system Toy helicopters whiz past me as kids run circles around the room shooting each other with plastic Uzis I try to dodge them and maneuver past a group of wealthy Arab swingers smoking non-filtered Camels They stare at me from under their bushy eyebrows and I try to break the tension with a joke No one laughs. No one laughs. No one laughs (Had enough of that one?) No one laughs (Am I a s*ut?)