(No More) Wet T-Shirt Contests - Low Cut Connie

All right

Danny, what do you wanna hear?

Send in the clown

For my boy Danny what’s it here?

Send in the clowns

You want the Manilow version?

I’m tired of chewin' on your toenail

I’m tired of listenin' to your band

I’m tired of pullin' on your pigtail

Just wanna play poker like a man

One day I’ll have a house in Florida

With a little dog in the yard

I play piano in a beauty parlor

Put my costumes on my card, yeah

No more wet t-shirt contests

No more singin' in a bar

Gonna put on my little black dress

Go out dancin' like a star, yeah

It’s too late to call my brother Billy

He cut me off in ‘94

He joined a little church outside the city

He don’t recognize me anymore

I wear my undies on the outside

Like a fallen woman in a pew

But I wear my undies with pride (ha ha ha)

What else am I supposed to do?

Yeah

No more wet t-shirt contests

No more singin' in a bar

Gonna put on my little black dress, people, yeah

Go out dancin' like a star

I feel like my Christian phase is comin'

My fans are getting pretty bored

But meanwhile I just keep on hummin'

Here in the bosom of the Lord, yeah

No more wet t-shirt contests

No more singin' in a bar

Gonna put on my little black dress

Go out dancin', dancin' like a star, yeah

Hey

Here we go, babe

Keep it goin'

Settle on those clouds

Settle on those clouds, baby

Isn’t it rich?

Isn’t it rich?

Isn’t it rich?

Hey, come on, keep goin'

Isn’t it rich?

Isn’t it rich?