text: The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over Shanghai
  And the soldier boys were returning home screaming Bonzai!
  And the kids are still playing their games
  Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain
  As I sat inside listening to the broadcast
  Oh save my soul sweet rock and roll cuz Im sinking fast
  And then the band played
  Well now the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st
  Was getting ready to go
  I said Padre do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?
  He said You can try Linda Lee;
  Around the corner and across the sea
  Oh word is out, word is out shes fast.
  Oh blow me down now Linda, cuz Im sinking fast
  Yes and them cats are sure getting fat down in the trainyard
  And the sandman brings them dreams they ship out in boxcars
  The union says hold; break out the dice, break out the gold
  Its lunchtime at last
  And old big mama said George Raffs tonight on the late show
  She sits straddling the kitchen chair really gung-ho
  She shivers with chills, wet with slotcar thrills
  Hypnotically lost in the glass
  And we all sighed...
  With the sunrise
  As we watched the credits pass
  And the little blue dot went away
  And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over sleepytown
  And garbage truck Big Lennys out drinking the last round
  He hurriedly sipped his beer, and poking fun of the queer
  And threatened to kick his ass
  And the bell rang
  And the horn blows
  And hes outside pumping gas
  But things were moving so slow tonight
  So the kid goes back inside the station
  And turns on the radio to his local AM station
  And the band played
  Right on the radio
  Its on the radio
  And he listened to the bass line
  And the boys in the band sang
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
  Whoa, whoa whoa-wo