An imitation a-from New York
You're made in Japan
From cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero
'Cause you put on bad show
You put a bad show

Oh, don't it show?

 

Still

Oh, out on those pills
I know your number

 

You think it's well playing Max's Kansas*
You're looking bored
And you're acting flash
When nothin' in your gut
You better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut
In a rut

 

Still
Out on those pills
Do the samba

 

You're four years on
You still look the same
I think about time
You changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit
Coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

Kiss me

 

Think it's well playing in Japan
Everybody knows
Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit
You're coming to this
Ya poor little faggot
You're sealed with a kiss

 

Still
Out on those pills
Cheap thrills anadins,*
Aspros, anything *

You're condemned
To eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss

Kiss me

 

A kiss, a kiss

You're sealed with a kiss
A-looking for a kiss you're coming to this
Oh, a kiss
Don't joke about anything
Oh kiss this gay boy