The pads of the beatniks grow hazy from cigarette smoke, man, like crazy Just steps below street on bongos they beat The cats would walk up but they're lazy
The covers are lurid and garish In real life their scenes are nightmarish The women, all fallen with morals appallin' on Sunday should visit their parish
These paperback books of pure pulp
ReplyDeleteTheir covers make me gasp and gulp
The babes look so lush
Pure sex they do gush
The guys all look like Robert Culp
The covers are lurid and garish
ReplyDeleteIn real life their scenes are nightmarish
The women, all fallen
with morals appallin'
on Sunday should visit their parish