Heart of Gold

There’s a tale you must be told of a House called Heart of Gold

An’ the lovely ladies who therein reside

Everybody in these parts knows about those fiery tarts

Who ply their trade with honor and with pride

Believe what you are told. You never will get rolled

All they ask is honest pay for honest layin’

An’ if your taste is sly they can find a handsome guy

Who’ll join in any game you would be playin’

Nandi opened up the place. Lord, she’d slap you in the face

If she didn’t think you had sufficient class

Now the Madam’s Petaline, and she’ll treat you mighty fine

An’ arrange for you the finest piece of ass

Oh, the likker an’ the chow make a feller holler “Wow!

Why, you will not find its like outside the Core

It’s a pleasure there to dine, and especially it’s fine

In the comp’ny of a pretty little whore

Were I rich I do believe I’d go there an’ never leave

I’d eat and drink until I had my fill

I’d have lovin’ noon and night, right into the mornin’ light

An’ I always would be glad to pay my bill

Yes, they are brave and bold, those whores with hearts of gold

I love ‘em all, as often as I can

So if you’ll scrape up the money, you can go there with me, Sonny

And let those ladies make of you a Man