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It was Saturday night in apartment 24|And the purple shag carpet was rolled up off the floor|There was so much beer that the fridge would not suffice|So we put it in 1he bath1ub with plastic bags of ice|There were bowls of Doritos and bowls of ketchup chips|And some no-name salsa that brought blisters to your lips|There were punks and politicians and folks from Forest Hills|And psychology professors getting second-hand thrills|It wasn't very long 'till they started to suspect|That me and my buddies weren't politically correct|But I drowned all my scruples in cheap Niagara wine|And then I decided it was ethnic humour time|So I told the one about the Catholic priest, the rabbi|And the prostitute'|A sudden hush fell over the room as I tried to remove my foot|Uh Oh' I said something sexist|Oh Oh' I said something racist|I'm a bull in a china shop, I get on a roll and I just can't stop|I'm a bull in the china shop of life||

It's hot as hell down in the engine room|Down in the turbine roar, its night time for ever more|Drown in the turbine roar, down in the engine room|Down in the engine room|We are the slaves of an obscene machine|We grease the engine shaft, we make those diesels sing|Down in the inky stink, down in the engine room|Down in the engine room|I'm all at sea, albatross hung|I need you, woman, but the ocean's strong|A ship of fools, with an unruly crew,|Captain's mad – I got the engine room blues|Down in the inky stink|Down in the growly bowels|Down in the gloomy doom|Down in the engine room|