Lyrics:

She had a do not disturb sign hanging 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 him boys
I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

I saw a poodle in a parking lot look just like you
He was sitting in a pink Cadillac with a view
Waiting 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 running on Las Vegas time
Show's about to start so stand in line
Can't blame him boys
I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

Three women in the front seat of a 60's Chevrolet
Fins and wings and rattle of tailpipe
Driving down a New York City street like it was day
But it was 2 AM and they were stuck at a red light

Somebody yelled from behind
Thought the three looked like a valentine
But the bumper sticker read Treat Her Right
Can't blame 'em boys
I heard 'em sigh above the dirty white noise

He was watching the TV like it was really gonna talk
Watching it close like it was really gonna walk
Some woman on the screen was getting killed again
It was a rerun of the rerun where they all die in the end

I 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
I heard him sigh above the dirty white noise

We were sitting in a cafe designed by Paul Hlee
I asked myself, is this real or a toupee
Everybody was so young they still smoked cigarettes
I guess the collective unconscious hasn't woken up yet

It was a quarter to nine
We were running 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