Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge

Midnight at the Voodoo Lounge

Get your prissy self to serving drinks
You know the boss
Don’t like you popping Benzedrine
On break time
Sure you look like a 40s starlet
In that red dress with all the frills
But if you get jazzed on those pills
You might start spiking their cocktails
With crazy medicine
We might have the men
Giving the women a pat down
Like in airport security
When the camera isn’t looking
The ladies would stop patronizing us
Then the men would vanish
Like the wooly mammoths
And Sweet Jesus
It would just be us waitresses
To drink up all the suds