Virginia McCall

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