Lyrics:

Babe, I'm getting tired of this
Seein' your face every night through the winter
But there's one thing, you know
One thing about this winter
We got The New York Dolls coming to the Academy Of Music
On Friday night, February 15th
We got our own St. Valentine's Massacre, honey
Since all the deco got stacked up
That's this Friday, honey
You better be there
Woo!
Play me the blues