let's go downtown, you and me
we'll trip along the dirty streets, our jackets flapping bannerlike and
singing songs of bopshebop and doo wop and hey
(what's shakin', hey Charlie, what's shakin' today?)

you'll be my sax, love, we'll sing the blues and
we'll play in a random street corner band,
then disappear;


let's go downtown, you and me,
we'll pop into pubs, hey, and see what's to see (there ain't nothing and no one i don't want to be tonight, hey Charlie, what's shakin' tonight?)
let's see which of us can go home the most wasted,
brag in the morning on the carpet we tasted in our mouths- was it Berber, shag, or threadbare? (who knows? we're rich for the moment.)

you'll be my drums, love- we'll play the roll and
we'll play in a random street corner band (ohmypoundinghead),
then disappear;

let's go downtown, you and me,
to our secret hideaway down by the pier:
sloshing black water,
winking white stars,
dirty cum floors wide and gaping and waiting for more.

and you'll be my piano, love,
all hungry for pounding and ready to sing
wide open in your humble offering-

such lovely music we'll make, baby love.

let's go downtown. our show's in an hour.