So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion and
That space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you sunshine.
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out
Where you fans really stand.
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall.
There's one in the spotlight,
He don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall.
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon.
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And another with spots,
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot.