Topless-A-Go-Go

Slick Willie was a shoeshine boy

Working downtown, 42nd Street

He had a little racket dealing out some packets

And no one ever saw him eat

Well, Rita was a go-go dancer

In a bar just across the street

While Willie shined shoes, Rita slung grooves

To a honky-funky junky beat

Topless, a go-go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice 'cause you're in paradise

And you can chase away the mean old blues

Well, Willie knew Rita down at Topless

And Rita knew Willie shined shoes

Because every night among the flashing lights

They would nod and say, "How do you do?"

Then they each went about their business

Until the break of day

Then they'd count out the bucks while the garbage trucks

Blow the rest of the night away

Topless, a go-go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice 'cause you're in paradise

And you can chase away the mean old blues

Well, Willie was found in the alley

And Rita got stabbed by a drunk

A telephone call replaced the bell of a ball

And there was someone else dealing out junk

Well, if you can't see the moral of this story

Then you can't see the trees for the wood

Because the things that are done in the name of fun

Cost a whole lot more than they should

Topless, a go-go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice 'cause you're in paradise

And you can chase away the mean old blues

Topless, a go-go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice 'cause you're in paradise

And you can chase away the mean old blues