Where the music stinks, and they water the drinks,
Where the girlies dance in their underpants,
Where a buck's enough to see their stuff,
Where the breasts may be fake but man do they shake,
Where you swear like a sailor, and wish you could nail her,
Where the cops are at the door, and there's a Kennedy on the floor,
Where Christmas is nice And lap dances are half price
Where you drink down the shooters and unwrap the hooters
Where egg nog's a plenty and the girls are all 20
Where the beer gives you gas, but the Bundys kick ass,
...at the nudie bar.
With all the crap y'all two were talking about me last week at the strip joint, I wouldn't have put up with you for a second if you hadn't stuffed that C-note into my unmentionables.......Xenalyte
Hey, leave me out of that one Xena. I don't do strip joints.
In my line of work, when I see naked women, they pay ME money. That goes for the naked men too. ;-)