Slick Willie was a shoeshine boy
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Workin' downtown, 42nd Street
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He had a little racket dealin' out some packets
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That no one ever saw him eat
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Well Rita was a go-go dancer
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In a bar just across the street
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While Willie shined shoes Rita swung her boobs
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To a hunky, funky, junkier beat
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Topless-A-Go-Go
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Put a little shine on your shoes
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Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise
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And you chase away the mean ol' blues
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Well Willie knew Rita danced topless
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And Rita knew Willie shined shoe
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Because very night among the flashing lights
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They'd come out 'n' say "How do you do?"
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There each went about their business
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Until the break of day
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Then they count out the bucks while the garbage trucks
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Tow the rest of the night away
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Topless-A-Go-Go
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Put a little shine on your shoes
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Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise
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And you chase away the mean ol' blues
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Dooby doop doo
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Doobly doobly doo
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Waah waah
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Dooby doop doo
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Oooh oooh
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Well Willie was found in an alley
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And Rita got stabbed by a drunk
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A telephone call replaced "The Belle of the Ball"
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And there was someone else dealin' out junk
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Well if you can't see the moral of this story
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Well then you can't see the trees for the wood
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Because the things that are done in the name of fun
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Can cost a whole lot more than they should
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Topless-A-Go-Go
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Put a little shine on your shoes
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Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise
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And you chase away the mean ol'...
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Topless-A-Go-Go
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Put a little shine on your shoes
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Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise
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And you chase away the mean oool' blu
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Topless-A-Go-Go
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| Neil Innes |
