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The King of the Strip Club Circuit
Growing up in Torrance--
A suburb of L.A.--
Billy was a SoCal
Dreamer all the way.
He loved sunny beaches
And smooth mountain slopes.
A day without the sunshine
Would always dash his hopes.
Not the greatest student,
He wasn't good with books.
Luckily he quickly learned
To get by on his looks.
He never went to college;
School was not his style.
Instead he thought that modeling
Might be more worthwhile.
Sure, he was good-looking
And thought he could excel.
But like many others,
He didn't do so well.
Deciding on a path
Requiring looks and charm,
He felt that entertaining ladies
Could cause no one harm.
(Chorus)
He's the king of the strip club circuit--
The lord of the nightclub scene--
In New York and California
And places in between.
He walks into a room
And all the people's eyes
Look in his direction--
Both the ladies' and the guys'.
Although he's buff and handsome,
He tends to put on airs.
Despite the six-pack down below,
There's nothing much upstairs.
Being a male stripper
Could get mighty old.
Removing all those clothes,
Doesn't one get cold?
But Billy loved his lifestyle
And took it on the road.
He even tried "escorting"
Whenever business slowed.
All across the country
You'd hear the ladies scream.
When Billy walked out on the stage,
You could feel the steam.
Pumping iron by day
And stripping after dark
To Billy was exciting--
A walk in the park.
It must take some talent
To strip before the lights.
But his knock-out body
Helped him reach the heights.
You wonder, Was he happy?
It's really hard to tell.
All we know is that for years
He raised a lot of hell.
(Chorus)
So what does Billy do now?
Ask at clubs and bars.
They say he sells insurance;
Some say he sells used cars.
Someone said she saw him
Last month near Chapel Hill,
Sitting on a bar stool
At a bar and grill,
Sweet-talkin' the ladies
And trying to hold fast
To all the grand, fantastic memories
Of his glorious past.
(Chorus)
He's the king of the strip club circuit--
The lord of the nightclub scene--
In New York and California
And places in between.
He walks into a room
And all the people's eyes
Look in his direction--
Both the ladies' and the guys'.
Although he's buff and handsome,
He tends to put on airs.
Despite the six-pack down below,
There's nothing much upstairs.
(8-8-14)
A suburb of L.A.--
Billy was a SoCal
Dreamer all the way.
He loved sunny beaches
And smooth mountain slopes.
A day without the sunshine
Would always dash his hopes.
Not the greatest student,
He wasn't good with books.
Luckily he quickly learned
To get by on his looks.
He never went to college;
School was not his style.
Instead he thought that modeling
Might be more worthwhile.
Sure, he was good-looking
And thought he could excel.
But like many others,
He didn't do so well.
Deciding on a path
Requiring looks and charm,
He felt that entertaining ladies
Could cause no one harm.
(Chorus)
He's the king of the strip club circuit--
The lord of the nightclub scene--
In New York and California
And places in between.
He walks into a room
And all the people's eyes
Look in his direction--
Both the ladies' and the guys'.
Although he's buff and handsome,
He tends to put on airs.
Despite the six-pack down below,
There's nothing much upstairs.
Being a male stripper
Could get mighty old.
Removing all those clothes,
Doesn't one get cold?
But Billy loved his lifestyle
And took it on the road.
He even tried "escorting"
Whenever business slowed.
All across the country
You'd hear the ladies scream.
When Billy walked out on the stage,
You could feel the steam.
Pumping iron by day
And stripping after dark
To Billy was exciting--
A walk in the park.
It must take some talent
To strip before the lights.
But his knock-out body
Helped him reach the heights.
You wonder, Was he happy?
It's really hard to tell.
All we know is that for years
He raised a lot of hell.
(Chorus)
So what does Billy do now?
Ask at clubs and bars.
They say he sells insurance;
Some say he sells used cars.
Someone said she saw him
Last month near Chapel Hill,
Sitting on a bar stool
At a bar and grill,
Sweet-talkin' the ladies
And trying to hold fast
To all the grand, fantastic memories
Of his glorious past.
(Chorus)
He's the king of the strip club circuit--
The lord of the nightclub scene--
In New York and California
And places in between.
He walks into a room
And all the people's eyes
Look in his direction--
Both the ladies' and the guys'.
Although he's buff and handsome,
He tends to put on airs.
Despite the six-pack down below,
There's nothing much upstairs.
(8-8-14)
