The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai
Them soldier boys were returning home screaming "Banzai"
And the kids are still playing their game
Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain
As I sat inside listening to the broadcast
Oh, save my soul, sweet rock and roll, 'cause I'm sinkin' fast
And then the band played
Now the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st was getting ready to go
I said, "Padre, do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?"
He said, "You can try Linda Lee", around the corner and across the sea
Word is out, word is out she's fast
Well, blow me down now, Linda, 'cause I'm sinkin' fast
Yes, and them cats are sure getting fat down in the train yard
And the sandman brings them dreams to ship out in the boxcars
The union says, "Hold." Break out the dice, break out the gold
It's lunchtime at last
And old big Mama said, "George Raft's tonight on the late show"
She sits straddling a kitchen chair, really gung-ho
She shivers with chills, wet with slot car thrills
Hypnotically lost in the glass
And we all sigh with the sunrise
As we watch the credits pass
And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over Sleepy Town
And garbage truck vigilantes out making the last rounds
The inheritor he sipped his beer and poked cute fun of the queer
And threatened to kick his ass
One, two, three, ow!
And the boys in the band sang (Whoa whoa whoa wo-ho)
That's right (Whoa whoa whoa wo-ho)
I'm so excited (Whoa whoa whoa wo-ho)
Everybody (Whoa whoa whoa wo-ho)
And the band played (Whoa whoa whoa wo-ho)
Everybody (Whoa whoa whoa wo-whoa)