Walking down the street, on a foggy night...
Saw a young girl standing under a light...
Her face was pale and her skirt was tight...
Had a five dollar bill, I felt alright...
If I had my car, I would go for a drive...
I had no car but I had my five...
Walked over to her, said what's your name...
My names Mary Jane, I live down the lane...
I looked down the lane, at the end I could see...
A room full of clowns looking back at me...
A line of executives formed to the right...
And if I'd stayed, I would have stood all night...
She opened up the door, and said go on in...
I walked in first, pulled down the shades...
She said take it easy, don't be afraid...
You got nothing to lose, you're at a penny arcade...
