Thursday Night (The Dirty Bar-Whore Song)

Cake on your makeup

Snort shit up your nose Pile your hair on your head

Like a sack 0' dirty clothes Get to the bar

And you're dancing like a fiend

Looking like a crack-head

Shake it like a porno queen Pick out a frat-boy

Damn he looks real good Drink some shit and throw-up

You'd stand-up if you could Wink your lashes, lick your lips,

Stare him in the eye

He looks back and you can tell He thinks he's super-fly

 

(Chorus)

Wake up Make-up Drink up Throw up Maybe get in a fight

Win some lose some as long as we get some We're alright

We'll have some fun tonight!

Dancing like a macaque

With its tail set ablaze Tripping and falling

Over by the stage He's picking up

All the signals that you've sent

You're just looking for

Orgasmic enlightenment Stumble towards him with

Expectation

The heat is on

And the pulses are racing You leave for home with

Only one thought

You wish hadn't passed out In the parking lot