Your smile quickly fades, and your spirits do fail
When first you go forth in the vile Cotton Tail
In the smoke and confusion and the noise of the band!
Then your cotton tail falls to a customer's hand!

Cho.

Oh the bodice it crimps you and gives you false airs
And the high heels are murder, when climbing the stairs
And the drunks are disgusting, the horny old tubs!
Bad cess and farewell to the Gentlemen's Club!

Chorus:

Oh it's dark as a dungeon, and damp as the dew!
Where the dangers are many, and the gentlemen few!
For the guests are as randy as a billy goat's cub!
Oh, it's dark as a dungeon in the Gentlemen's Club!