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He got a rhinestone rocket ship and disco balls Leaves glitter on the shitter when duty calls What's cookin' good lookin' No he ain't shy, down in your kitchen Finger-lickin' in your hot pink pie He's a bar star baby How do we harness his energy He's a bar star baby Shine your light on me Beneath the bar is a love bazaar And at the center of the action You will find the bar star Got those planets in orbit Some near, some far Got those bodies in motion 'round and 'round The bar star In elliptical patterns hang onto your pride It's a cosmic wonder how they never collide He's a bar star baby He's the king, king, king of the party scene Lipstick stains all over his jeans He's the bar star baby 'til it all implodes Watch out gir, l you're headed for a black hole Aah, super cool, super cool, super cool Dancin' fool, dancin' fool Aha push it in the bathroom Aha push it, in the basement, aha push it Don't come too soon, aha push it She's your replacment Workin' hard, sweatin' hard, go back to the bar You don't have to pay, you got the part got the part Don't they know who you are? Oh fuck it, go find some cocaine Did he shine his light on you tonight? No, 'cause he's a bar star baby A gilded ray straight through your atmosphere A barstar baby, go on girl mix it with a salty tear He's a bar star baby, he's a bar star baby Didn't you know? He's all about chasing that rainbow Big Apple Did you ever wonder why they call it the Big Apple? Why, they invite, you to take a bite You, ought to know by now It all began with Eve Not so far back in history Alluring Evelyn came in late 1803 And started a temple of love on 142 Bond St And it branched from there This naughty apple tree Its roots took hold In this decadent city Sex, sex, politics dirty deeds, dirty tricks Sex, sex, politics, NYC needs a fix Ho, hey, an apple a day The Cortland marketing board tried to tuck it away My, my, American as apple pie If you believe all that, you believe in a lie Its the biggest tree covered in golden leaves You might be surprised at how far the branches reach Have you been put on earth to take a bite To feed your need from the tree of life? Than come to the Big Apple and stay for a while
Writer(s): Sylvia Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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