With a handful of backhanders
And a bevy of beauty
You're going off limits, going off duty
Going off the rails, going off with booty
They tell tales of fiction found
On all the criminal types
Lead to a higher ranking man
Or a face with thin red stripes
The boys next door
The mums and dads
New weds and nearly-deads
Have you ever been had
In Clubland, in Clubland?
There's a piece in someone's pocket
To do the dirty work
You've come to shoot the pony
They've come to do the jerk
They leave him half way to paradise
They leave you half way to bliss
The lady's invitation never seemed like this
The boys next door
The mums and dads
New weds and nearly-deads
Have you ever been had
In Clubland, in Clubland?
The long arm of the law slides
Up the outskirts of town
Meanwhile in Clubland
They are ready to pull them down, hey
The right to work is traded in
For the right to refuse admission
Don't pass out now, there's no refund
Did you find out what you were missing?
The crowd is taking forty winks
Mine is ten percent
You barely get required sleep
To go lingering with contentment
Thursday to Saturday
Money's gone already
Some things come in common these days
Your hands and work aren't steady
The boys next door
The mums and dads
New weds and nearly-deads
Have you ever been had
In Clubland, in Clubland
In Clubland, in Clubland?