Baby, ain't you heard about the nightclub called the Nice, Nice?

They got the dry ice and the knife fights on every other Wednesday night

I can see all the stains in your white tights

When you stand in the black lights down at the Nice, Nice

We were born in these night clubs

And you make those propositions with your sexy little shoulder shrugs

You'll be covered up with powdered drugs by the end of the night

If you're still at the Nice Nice

Living large and feeling small

(Living large, living large)

Getting nice with Nightclub Dwight in the bathroom stall

He got the margin call

Now let's get a little marginal

She's small and sweet but she's a straight up thief

She puts the lipstick in her pocket and then she casually leaves

He's big and strong but he's halfway gone

He puts the pipe up to his mouth, then he casually breathes