So ya thought ya might like to
go to the show
to feel the warm thrill
of confusion; that space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you, sunshine.
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel.
And he sent us along as a surrugate band.
We're gonna find out where your fans really stand.
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall.
(Get them all!)
There's one in the spotlight,
he don't look right to me,
get him up against the wall.
(Get them all!)
And that one looks Jewish,
and that one's a coon!
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
and another with spots, if I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!