Lyrics:

So ya thought ya might like to go to the show.

To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet

glow.

I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine.

Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel,

And he sent us along as a surrugate band.

We're gonna find out where you fans really stand.

Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?

Get 'em up against the wall.'Gainst the wall!


And that one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me.

Get him up against the wall. 'Gainst the wall!

And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon.

Who let all this riffraff into the room?

There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots!

If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot.