Lola hopped into a cab, she to work As she walked the club, the fellas went berserk They her name out, Lola, Lola Yeah, she was the of the Copa She and danced till morning took uppers, to stop her from yawning For the finale, she got an Lola was gracious, she do tours She felt appreciated, just a star But for the meanwhile, she got a drink the bar had no kids and lost her mother Her lover used drugs and her for another But did she know that she would make love tonight She'd do it willingly without puttin' up a
she was a showgirl With ribbons in her hair And a right up to here
At the bar, his was Zeke the Freak He moved in down the street He himself and bought her a drink Before she refuse, she didn't stop to think More and more alcohol, now she was He her up off her feet, as he escapaded Down the block then he the door As he struggled to get in, then put her on the He went to the door to make sure that it was As he all of them, he looked up at the clock It one, or maybe he'd be done in two Or two and three, eventually, how freaky he be? He began to what should I do firstly? I'll get a drink, because I'm very thirsty
He got a little OJ, to it really OK Grabbed a wad of Bubba, but didn't use a rubber They did it for three hours, he jumped into the Got out and dried, and screamed, 'I've got the power!' He came out of the bathroom, she was still on the He said, 'Heck I've got to wreck,' then he jumped on for
(uh, huh) she was a showgirl With ribbons in her hair And a right up to here She met guy named Zeke Who was truly a And she didn't stop to Before she took sunrise drink
She awoke, eight o'clock in the morning Not remembering a stroke, as she yawning the Freak thought he was thick and slick But Zeke did not know Is that little Lola, Lola From the used to be a hoe Now he's paid, he had it made But the Freak got AIDS
she was a showgirl (yeah) With ribbons in her hair And a dress up to here She met this guy Zeke Who was truly a And she didn't stop to Before she took sunrise drink He a bad one he was havin' fun Took to his bed And now the is, dead