Slick Willie was a shoeshine boy

Workin' downtown, 42nd Street

He had a little racket dealin' out some packets

that no one ever saw him eat



Well Rita was a go-go dancer

in a bar just across the street

While Willie shined shoes Rita swung her boobs

to a hunky, funky, junkier beat



Topless-A-Go-Go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise

And you chase away the mean ol' blues



Well Willie knew Rita danced topless

And Rita knew Willie shined shoe

Because very night among the flashing lights

They'd come out 'n' say "How do you do?"



There each went about their business

Until the break of day

Then they count out the bucks while the garbage trucks

Tow the rest of the night away



Topless-A-Go-Go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise

And you chase away the mean ol' blues



Dooby doop doo

Doobly doobly doo

Waah waah

Dooby doop doo

Oooh oooh



Well Willie was found in an alley

And Rita got stabbed by a drunk

A telephone call replaced "The Belle of the Ball"

and there was someone else dealin' out junk



Well if you can't see the moral of this story

Well then you can't see the trees for the wood

Because the things that are done in the name of fun

Can cost a whole lot more than they should



Topless-A-Go-Go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise

And you chase away the mean ol'...



Topless-A-Go-Go

Put a little shine on your shoes

Dress up nice, 'cause you're in paradise

And you chase away the mean oool' blu