love is a lot like landsdowne street
the h and the k, the way we get with every guy that we meet
it's pretty sweet, always find someplace to get some sleep
sometimes we sleep with sheiks, sometimes we sleep with the straight-up freaks
roll around with such tweaky creeps

down by the docks we pull the rocks from their socks
they pulled the six from their shoes, spilled the blues on his hatband
he's in a rock band, they're called the wristband, and they're sluggin out in clubland
the dancer overdid it with the liquid tan, love to talk about the liquid tan
she said didn't know you did it too i knew you did a little distribution
we're all just sitting dreaming and applyin cream on our abrasions
and memorizing the rock rags

sometimes we sleep with stars, we get off in fancy cars
mostly it's 3-2 bars and scars and tar
sometimes it's so wide open, rollin on the floor and moanin for me
the floosy gangsters, the gangster floozies
so concerned to learn that movies are just movies
the bitchy rock bands, the rock band bitches
hitched to the hits and the misses gettin hitched to all those
scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
the scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
scumbags, junk jags and the rock rags
and the scumbags on the junk jags and the rock rags
we're the jet lag
we're the dime bags
we're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags
we're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags