Hey let's party, let's get down, let's turn the radio on,
This is the meltdown.
Get out the camera, take a picture,
The drag queens and the freaks
Are all out on the town.
And cowboy Jane's in bed
Nursing a swollen head.
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
Now there goes the neighborhood.
The photo chick made to look sickly
Is standing in her panties in the shower.
She plays the guitar in the bathroom
While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers.
And Schooboy John's in jail
Making a killing through the U.S. mail.
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood.
This is the movie of the screenplay of the book about a girl who meets a junkie.
The messenger gets shot down just for carrying the message to a flunky.
We can't be certain who the villains are 'cuz everyone's so pretty
But the afterparty's sure to be a wing-ding as it moves into your city.
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night
Just to see what the stink was about.
Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov
Don't like the scene anyhow.
I dropped acid on a Saturday night
Just to see what the fuss was about.
There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhood.
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