Do Not Disturb

She had a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hangin' off her back
She looked taller than she was in her tapered slacks
Calculated head of hair and cowboy boots
She said, "I'm a country girl from down on 8th Avenue"
She bought a bottle of wine
Two bananas and a New York Times
The man behind the counter smiled this time
Can't blame 'em, boys
Heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise

I saw a poodle in a parking lot, looked just like you
Sittin' in a pink Cadillac with a view
Waitin' for his mistress with a beret on his head
I wanted to laugh, but it wasn't funny yet
It was a quarter to nine
He was runnin' on Las Vegas time
Show's about to start so stand in line
Can't blame 'em, boys
Heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise

Three women in the front seat of a '60s Chevrolet
Fins and wings and the rattle of tailpipe
Drivin' down a New York City street like it was day
But it was 2 A.M. and they were stuck at a red light
Somebody whistled behind
Thought the three looked like a valentine
With a bumper sticker readin' "Treat her right"
Can't blame 'em, boys
Heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise

He was watching TV like I was really gonna talk
Watchin' it close like I was really gonna walk
Some woman on the screen was gettin' killed again
It was a rerun of the rerun where they all die in the end
Don't know why
He was a big fan of the violent crime
Remote control was hidden in his eyes
Can't blame him, boys
Heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

We were sittin' in a café designed by Paul Klee
I asked myself, "Is this real or a toupee?"
Everybody was so young, they still smoked cigarettes
Guess the collective unconscious hasn't woken up yet
It was a quarter to nine
We were runnin' on Las Vegas time
Show's about to start, so stand in line
Can't blame us, boys
We all sigh above the dirty white noise