Virginia McCall

You're out on the town every night

Maybe this time you'll get it right

Young ladies in leather, heads light as a feather

Their pants, your throat, equally tight

You dance out of fear, then make love to a beer

And pray for the morning light

When day comes you head for your job

Just a man all alone in a mob

You're out on the street, you're surrounded by sweet

Your head is beginning to throb

You're looking for nice, they're just peddling spice

It makes you feel like poor Lee J. Cobb

(Solo)

Virginia McCall was her name

And you know thing will never be the same

She burst into your life, and ended your strife

And put quick flight to your guilt and you shame

From out of the blue you're finally getting your due

And your bete noir is finally tame

You stay at home every night

You're happy 'cause you're doing what is right

The pressure is gone, you're no longer a pawn

On a black square, the queen on a white

Your work is now done, the game has been won

So say bon jour to the morning light