[Verse 1: Glam-rock stomping male lead, strutting over huge stomping glam drums and the fuzz guitar riff] Saturday at nine, and the boots are gold Silk shirt, collar up, and a jacket that's bold Hair spray holdin' like it's holdin' up a roof Rings on every finger, and the rings are bulletproof Down three flights of stairs and right on past the stoop Every neighbor on a lawn chair laughin' in a group Hey hey, Lenny, where you goin' in all that Got a party on the east side, got a date, or got a cat I just tip my hat, I just keep my stride Walk six blocks to the laundromat, around the back side Empty lot, broken glass, and a milk crate in the weeds Radio on top of it, that's all a body needs [Hook: Glam lead, handclaps on every beat, fuzz guitar riding high] Gold boots, silk shirt, every Saturday at nine Hair up to the rafters, I'm dressed to the line Hey hey, where you goin', darlin', I don't know Dressed to the nines, and I got nowhere to go [Verse 2: Glam lead, bigger, tambourine shaking, the stomp heavier] Second month, two kids followin' a half a block behind In their uncle's suits and their sister's eyeliner, fine Third month, the laundromat lady with a lamp on a cord Plugs it in the dryer wall and says I'm gettin' bored Fourth month, a whole softball team in sequined caps Fifth month, the bus pulls over there and everybody claps Driver parks it, turns the headlights on the weeds Says I'm on my break, and this is where my break leads Darlin', ain't a sign, ain't a door, ain't a name Just a lot behind a laundromat, and nothin' stays the same Folks start askin' where you goin' every Saturday at nine And the answer's comin' back the same along the line [Hook: Glam lead, handclaps on every beat, fuzz guitar riding high] Gold boots, silk shirt, every Saturday at nine Hair up to the rafters, I'm dressed to the line Hey hey, where you goin', darlin', I don't know Dressed to the nines, and I got nowhere to go [Verse 3: Glam lead, hundred-heel crash, every heel on the lot landing on his count, drums and fuzz crashing in] Saturday in August, and the lot is full of light Whole town dressed up like a wedding on a Saturday night Grandpas in velour and the pastor in a cape Lady from the laundromat in feathers and a drape I climb up on the milk crate, and I count it to four Hundred heels go up, and the whole town hits the floor Every heel on the gravel on the very same crack And the fuzz guitar comes in like it's never comin' back Kid from the stoop who was laughin' in the spring Got his own gold boots now, and he's bendin' every string Hey hey, where you goin', they say Nowhere, with a grin And Nowhere is the only place they let the whole town in [Final Hook: Glam lead, all of it, handclaps and tambourine doubled] Gold boots, silk shirt, every Saturday at nine Hair up to the rafters, I'm dressed to the line Hey hey, where you goin', darlin', I don't know Dressed to the nines, and I got nowhere to go [End]
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