Lyrics of
The Great Strip Poker Massacre

Deuces and jokers, jacks with one eye, the antes a nickel and aces are high
Poker by the light of a candle, if our parents found out there’d be a scandal
The tent flap flew open, and to our surprise, there stood a vision of loveliness before our eyes
With paint on her toenails and dime store perfume, stand back boys and give her some room

Linda the sweetheart of my junior high,
With her hair up in curlers, and fuzz on her thighs
She said good evenin’ boys, I was just passin by
Sweet Linda won’t you come inside

Now being a cubby, a red blooded boze
We soon talked old Linda, into playin’ for clothes
But as the evening flew by in a whirl
The only one left with clothes on was her
She said look a’ here fellas, now ain’t I your friend
I can’t let you walk home with your buns in the wind
So to show you that I ain’t a creep
I’m gonna sell ya your clothes back real cheap
It’s a nickel a sock, and a dime for a shoe
Shirts are a dollar, and blue jeans are 2
You can pay me at school when the morning bell sounds
If ya don’t want the news spread around

Linda the sweetheart of my junior high,
With her hair up in curlers, and fuzz on her thighs
She said good evenin’ boys, I was just passin by
Sweet Linda won’t you come inside

Now Lindas in Reno and blackjacks her game
She plays for the house and she wins just the same
She’s easy to find all ya look for my friend
Is a table of start naked men

Linda the sweetheart of my junior high,
With her hair up in curlers, and fuzz on her thighs
She said good evenin’ boys, I was just passin by
Sweet Linda won’t you come inside