God made the bucolic country
But the devil made the town
And was influential in creating Studio 54
Where some heavy shit was always going down.
Even Sodom and Gomorrah
Synonymous with all kinds of vice,
And infernos of wicked delight,
Was guaranteed a run for its money
In Manhattan’s sleazy parlour of the night
Inside this depraved cathedral
of mashed, entangled bodies,
Female cowboys consorted with defrocked nuns,
And male ballerinas dressed as randy swans
Or lady Godiva frolicked on a white horse
And the altar-piece was a glittering neon sign
Depicting the Man in the Moon snorting cocaine or worse.
Ten percent were lesbian or transvestite
Twenty percent gay men, pumped up and popper-ed
The rest celebrities, celebrated for their bad behaviour
More than any talent they had to offer.
All came to worship at this altar of sleaze
Where they could drink, dance, drug themselves
And public sex was a jolly good wheeze
The right to seek happiness
Was pursued with a frenzy that was benighted
And Andy Warhol took pictures that he later recycled.