DRESSIN' UP LIKE RITZ
Lyrics by Arthur Levesque -- bs@boog.org -- http://boog.org
(To the tune of "Puttin' on the Ritz" by Irving Berlin)

Saturday
And you're feeling
Happy and gay
Why don't you go where we all fits
Dressin' up like Ritz

Great big crowd
Who wear fishnets
Rowdy and loud
Sit in the back row takin' hits
Dressin' up like Ritz

Dressed up like a real Rocky horror
Partying just like there's no tomorrow
(No time for sorrow!)

Come, be phat
With bloody vest and white spat
And our black tailcoats, talk like Brits
Dressin' up like Ritz

Have you seen the transvestites?
In their black and sequinned tights?
Standing in front of the screen
In lab coats of pink and green
High heels and leather jackets
Tight briefs that show their packets
Every weekend night
Make that jump to the right

So much fun
And then you can
Go get your gun
Golden spacesuit with silver mitts
Dressin' up like Ritz

When it ends
Go to Denny's
With your friends
Party until dawn, no one bullshits
Dressin' up like Ritz