The candle must be made in the middle of the street
Well, this here is where my dogs meet
They dress up in silk, their scum can't go straight
They couldn't be precious, you had to be one way come first
To the morning, to the evening sun
To the morning, to the evening sun
Oh yes
Some a like it cold, and some a like it sweet
But don't you worry about them, don't let the good times roll