Tripe Face Boogie

Well I was buffalo-ed in Buffalo

And I was entertained in Houston

New York, New York you gotta choose one

It's a tripe face boogie

Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah yeah

Well I, I don't want your money

And I don't want your time,

Please don't jive me Honey

And I'll give you, give you back your dime

It's a hype face boogie

Going to boogie my sneakers away yeah

I don't dig potato chips

And I can't take torts [?]

Got to tripe my guacamole baby

It's quackers and tripe my sauce

It's a hype face boogie

Going to boogie my scruples away yeah

Hype boogie, hype boogie

All night long...

[Solos]

You bring your guitar

I'll bring the wine

Gonna tripe my guacamole baby

Just a one more time

It's a hype face boogie

And I say 'lookout'!