Step Right Up Songtext
von The Constellations

Step right up
The ring master has arrived
I′ll be taking you through this little journey this evening
Step right up
Step right up

Welcome one and all, fall in and find yourself a seat to sit in
The DJ's spinning some 70′s porno funk and the show's about to begin
There's a black angel named Blondie who recites her poetry
While crushing cans of tallboy Pabst
Blue Ribbon in between her titties
And if you′re too tanked to make the drive back home
There′s a room right above, you can sleep it off


Climb the marble staircase and bury your head
The neon flickers wildly through the window across your bed
But it's a modern day freak show at the Claremont Lounge
Where all are welcome to pound ′em down
All the buckhead frat boys and curious tourists
The blind, the lame, the filthy, the foolish
It's a dive you might find in a Charles Bukowski short story
Come drown all your sorrows and shake off your worries
Step right up, yeah

Step right up
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Step right up
You can step right up
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You can step right up

Let′s take a trip down to the Drunken Unicorn
Where little Joe's always working the door
With a smartass remark and a Cheshire Cat grin
Can′t come up with a cover, he still lets me in
There's a line at the bathroom but the bar stools are empty
Got a five dollar bill, Donald pours me a whiskey
As the night gets longer, there's bound to be a fight
Might just help Armando kick somebody out
The dance floor is filled about 2 AM
The last rush to the bar is about to begin


One for the road and I′m back on the town
With a spoonful of sugar to help the medicine go down
Left out and stumbling underneath the southern stars
I′m on the corner of North Avenue and Boulevard

These five dollar hookers suck the blood from your toes
Wipe the blow from their nose, just another lost soul
With her crack pipe lips she blows me a kiss
But there's a john round the corner, she can turn her tricks
Step right up, yeah

Step right up
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You can step right up
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You can step right up

Let me tell you about Cabbagetown near the Cotton Mill Lofts
Watch your ass on Wylie and look out for the cops
′Cause the roadblock starts sometime late Friday night
Take Krug round the corner, El Mir's on the right
The Brewhouse is known for their perfect pint
Some kid on the corner needs to crash for the night
And Parking Lot Paul′s always tying one on
Downstairs at the Star Bar they're playing my song
And it′s on down Moreland, take left on Flat Shoals

Saturday night at the Herald's always good for a show
A car bomb, a Jager, a tallboy Blue Ribbon
The hits take the stage, clever kick starts the rhythm
And when it's all over and the morning has come
Taste the beer on my breath, suck the smoke down my lungs

Yeah
Step right up

Step right up
Step right up
Step right up

You can step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
You can step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up

You can step right up
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up
You can step right up

Hey
Get away from me, buddy, you′re bothering me
Just like Hamilton the cat told me
The large print giveth and the small print taketh away
Yeah
Step right up
Step right up
Step right up