Can’t Stop the Show lyrics

There's a man in a booth with a quarter in there

And a girl out on the runway with peroxide in her hair

Move 'em in quick, they pay out

And then they just sit there and stare

Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke

Old Mister Johnson turns blue and starts to choke

Somebody slap him on the back

Now the curtains go up

And both lights go on

And Betsy's out there in her birthday suit

Spinnin' her baton

Chorus:

And they don't know what we know

Nobody knows what we know

(And) No matter what they try to do

They can't stop the show

Now, girls, I'm proud of every one of you

Cass, spit out your gum, it don't look good when you chew

And I've told you time and time before

You're a showgirl, not a whore

Jack, pick up the phone, is it those jerks again?

You'd think they'd know by now that these girls just dance and grin

Just good clean entertainment

We don't handle no tricky-business in here