On the corner between
Lazlo and 26th
a haven lay
run by woman, beloved by men
watching the girls
go out and come in
but not allowed are the men to pass
the small stout woman
who's just a pain in the a**
always blocking
the doorway, inside
if they wish to see the girls
the rules they must abide
but
if they wait till nightfall
they get their wish
to see the girls
from start to finish
lined up , seated
the little boys wait
now praising, loving
the stout woman they hate
just for tonight though
Three times a week
they climb over, under
just to get a peek
come out, come out
to the stage they go
the lovely ladies
of Bourbon Co.