[Verse 1]

She had a do not disturb sign hanging off her back

She looked taller than she was in her tapered slacks

Calculated head of hair and cowboy boots

She said, "I'm a country girl from down on Eighth Avenue"

She bought a bottle of wine

Two bananas and a New York Times

The man behind the counter smiled this time

[Refrain]

Can’t blame him boys

I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

[Verse 2]

I saw a poodle in a parking lot look just like you

Sitting in a pink Cadillac with a view

Waiting for his mistress with a beret on his head

And I, I wanted to laugh but it wasn't funny yet

It was a quarter to nine

Hе was running on Las Vegas time

Show's about to start so stand in line

[Refrain]

Can’t blamе him boys

I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

[Verse 3]

Three women in the front seat of a 60's Chevrolet

Fins and wings and the rattle of tailpipe

Driving down a New York City street like it was day

But it was 2 AM and they were stuck at a red light

Somebody whistled behind

Thought the three looked like a valentine

But the bumper sticker read Treat Her Right

[Refrain]

Can't blame 'em boys

I heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise

[Verse 4]

He was watching the TV like it was really gonna talk

Watching it close like it was really gonna walk

Some woman on the screen was getting killed again

It was a rerun of the rerun where they all die in the end

Don't know why

He was a big fan of the violent crime

Remote control was hidden in his eyes

[Refrain]

Can't blame him boys

I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

[Verse 5]

We were sitting in a cafe designed by Paul Klee

I asked myself, is this real or a toupee

Everybody was so young they still smoked cigarettes

I guess the collective unconscious hasn't woken up yet

It was a quarter to nine

We were running on Las Vegas time

Show’s about to start so stand in line

[Refrain]

Can’t blame us boys

And we all sigh above the dirty white noise

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah