Lyrics:

An imitation from New York
You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk
You're hippy tarts hero 'cause you put on a bad show
You put on a bad show, oh, don't it show
Still, oh, out on those pills
Oh do you remember

Think it's swell playing Max's Kansas
You're looking bored and you're acting flash
With nothing in your gut
You better keep your mouth shut
You better keep your mouth shut
In a rut

Thinks it's swell playing in Japan
Well, everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
You poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss

Still, oh, out on those pills
Oh, do the sambo

Four years on, you still look the same
I think it's 'bout time you changed your brain
You're just a pile of shit, you're coming to this
Y'poor little faggot, you're sealed with a kiss
Kiss me
Pills, cheap thrills, aspros, anything
You're condemned to eternal bullshit
You're sealed with a kiss

A kiss, a kiss, you're sealed with a kiss
Looking for a kiss, you're coming to this
You do just about anything
Eh, boy?