Dick Soup Banjo & Sullivan

Liquored up in Jackson after the show
Bucket full of wild oats I had to sew
The Motor City knew just where I should go
Hundreds of women for old Adam Banjo

Thousand pickup trucks in a gravel parking lot
Looked at my roadie and said, "Ready or not"
Splashed on Hai-Karate, ready to run my race
Took a look around, there wasn't a woman in the place

Dick soup
Ball city
Ain't it a pity
To be true?
Dick soup

Milwaukee was the next town I hopped up on stage
Thought I might get lucky, me and Roy was all the rage
Looked out on the crowd, much to my surprise
Place was plum sold-out with nothing but guys

Dick soup
Cock salad
Can't sing a ballad
Don't give a hoot
Dick soup