Al Bundy would be outraged.
A salute to Al Bundy:
Where a buck’s enough
to see their stuff,
at the nudie bar.
Where the breasts may be fake
but man do they shake,
at the nudie bar.
Where you swear like a sailor,
and wish you could nail her,
at the nudie bar.
Where the cops are at the door,
and there’s a Kennedy on the floor,
at the nudie bar.
where you can look at a thigh
and blacken an eye
at the nudie bar
where they show you their butt
and their trap stays shut
at the nudie bar
where you can’t touch a breast
but you can cave in a chest
at the nudie bar
where the girlies dance
in their underpants
at the nudie bar
where the music stinks
and they water the drinks
at the nudie bar
where the beer gives you gas
but the Bundys KICK ASS
the nudie bar
Where Christmas is nice,
and lap dances are half price,
at the nudie bar.
Where you drink down the shooters,
and unwrap the hooters,
at the nudie bar.
Where eggnogs are plenty,
and the girls all twenty,
at the nudie bar.