Trixies Pt. 1 Lyrics

Trixie's club opens at 12, membership cards only
The band played not very well, the singer looked so lonely
The doorman wore black and his gloves were velvet red
Well, he had the knack of helping Trixie's friends

Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan
There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man
Just the one man

It had the smell of lavender and the drinks were so dear
The same old calendar hangs there each year
No one went out back, the dark wasn't at all safe
The barman really stank, but that was his own fate

Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan
There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man
Just the one man

A shiny big limousine waited in the rain
Like an old movie scene, it trickled down the drain
Upstairs hung the women in black lace underwear
The clients do all the giving, the Madame takes their fare

Cool as a tropical shade with a surf-rider suntan
There's so many parts to play, I just wanna be the one man
Just the one man