{Soft Rock 2 Version}

Love's a lot like Landsdowne Street

The H and the K, the way we get with every guy that we meet

It's pretty sweet

Always find someplace to get some sleep

Sometimes we sleep with sheiks

Sometimes we sleep with the straight-up freaks

Roll around with such tweaky creeps

Down by the docks, they pull the rocks from their socks

Some body turns on the tunes

And pulls the blues from his hat-band

He's in a rock band, they're called The Wristband

And they slug it out in clubland

The dancer overdid it with the liquid tan

I want to talk about the liquid tan

She said "I didn't know you did it too

I knew you did a little distribution"

We're all just sitting, dreaming, applying cream on our abrasions

And memorizing the rock rags

Sometimes we sleep with stars, we get off in fancy cars

Mostly it's 3-2 bars and scars and tar

Sometimes it's so wide open

Rolling on the floor and moaning for me

The flossy gangsters, the gangster floozies

So concerned to learn that movies are just movies

Bitchy rock bands, the rock band bitches

Hitched to the hits and the misses getting hitched to all those

Scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags

The scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags

Scumbags, junk jags and the rock rags

And the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags

We're the jetlag

We're the dimebags

We're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags

We're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags