Well, its the last call at the fag end Of the wrong bar at the bad end Of the wrong side of a dog town On a one way road that takes you down From a shit creek, and back again The doors swing open and they all come in From the arse end of a sick world A bus load of Yakuza girls
Yakuza girls, chicks of doom Fanning out to cover the room Smokin' Luckys, climbin the bar Drinkin' saki from an old fruit jar
Yakuza girls, 12 o'clock high Fishnets all the way to Hawaii Playin' karioke and singin' along With the key words of a lock'n'loll song
Well, ya get to see 'em all comin' through this place Every household name then forgotten face Every fucked up, low down, pin tucked, rewound Siliconed, pillsucker has been that ever found Jesus in the bottom of a bottle, Yeah I reckon I'd seen it all, but I swear I never seen this much potential romance since Lovelace Watkins split his pants
Yakuza girls, climbin' the walls Chewin' on gum, grabbin' my balls And tellin' me to cough, seein' how far They can pole dance off the end of the bar
Yakuza girls, doin' the dog With a yo-yo in and outa the bog Who's that haulin' on a rubber glove Yakuza girls, lookin' for love.