The Beatles Medley (Live At Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY 3/25/88)

Jim once had a girl Or should we say, she once had he She showed him her room Isn't it swell? Texas Motel She asked him to stay and she told him to sit anywhere So Jim looked around and he noticed there wasn't a prayer Jim sat on a rug biding his time Pounding his pud He prayed until two And then she said, "How 'bout some head?" She said she was booked in the morning with Falwell and Pat Jim told her he wasn't, and dribbled some spoo in her lap And when he awoke, he was alone She honed his cone So he let her fly Isn't it swell? Texas Motel (everybody) La, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la La, la-la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Picture yourself with a whore from New Orleans With big purple welts all over her bod Somebody calls, you answer quite slowly It's the board from Assembly O' God Ignorant crackers like you've never seen Groveling under your bed Search for the girl with the spoo in her lap And she's gone Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! We saw her go down to a room near the airport Where swagger gets off watching pornography Everyone smiles as we tread through his horseshit That grows so incredibly high Newspaper writers appear at his door Waiting to take Jim away He climbs in the back with his head up his ass And he's gone Louisiana hooker with herpes (everybody!) Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Picture yourself on your own TV station With brain-dead supporters with tears in their eyes Suddenly someone is there at commercial The girl with the pee-hole surprise Louisiana hooker with herpes (that's Texas singin') Louisiana hooker with herpes (I can't hear you) Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Ow! (one more time) Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Louisiana hooker with herpes Owwww! Ow! "Suddenly the evil swagger looks at the hooker and says" Let me take you down 'Cause we're going to the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's nothing to get hung about Please leave your cash on the table Weeping looks better with eyes closed While I'm confessing all my sins (I've sinned, I tell ya!) It's getting hard to plook someone, but it all works out It's all pornography to Jim Let me take you down 'Cause we're going to the Texas Motel We might go to hell But we'll have lots of company Falwell and Pat and that weasel No one knows who's in my dream I mean it must be high or low That is, I can't, you know, tune in, but it's alright That is, I think it's not too bad Let me take you down 'Cause we're going to the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's just some jizz from Jimmy-boy How 'bout some hay for the donkey? (hee-haw) No one knows, sometimes think it's me (Ed Meese, ladies & gentlemen) But you know, I know when I don't know I think I know, I mean, I guess, but it's all wrong (and we believe him) That is, I think I disagree Let me take you down 'Cause we're going to the Texas Motel Don't mind the smell It's just some old pornography Just keep on strokin' that sausage Just keep on strokin' that sausage, Jimmy-boy! Just keep on strokin' that sausage