Bell bottom pants brought two boys in at six-fourteen last night
I laid aside my polish rag and I downed my dustin' pan
A bloody flood could never mess these rooms up any worse
Gobs of spit and condom rubbers on the windows, walls and doors
And I meet the buses and the trains and I show you to your door
The lammy tried to make me clean up that crappy mess
It looked like moe had used this room to grease and breed a horse
Old gum and hair and sticky rags, old bottles on the floors
Two girls checked in at ten 'O two and I flipped on their light
Or else he'd fire me off my job and let me starve to death
The landlords wife looks in their doors and finds one terrible sight
Those boys and girls got bawled up in their doors and rooms that night
I wax and shine their boots and shoes, I brush down their crinkeldy clothes
