Broken Hearts Are For Asshole [Live at the Palladium, NYC / 10-29-77 / Show 1]

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey! Do you know what you are? You're an asshole! An asshole! [Verse 1] Some of you might not agree 'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see [Chorus] Broken hearts are for assholes Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole? Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole too? Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole [Verse 2] No no no, yeah yeah yeah I think you are an asshole! Maybe you think you're a lonely guy Maybe you think you're too tough to cry But you went to The Grape Just to givе it a try [Bridge 1] And Dagmar (Without a doubt, the ugliest son of a bitch I've еver seen in my life) Was his name... (Ooh, but this cute little dish is truly [?]) The whiskers sticking out from underneath Of his pancake make-up Excuse me Nearly drove you insane (Nice balls, Felix, ha!) And so you kissed a little sailor (I was wondering were [?]) Who had just flew in from Spain (Anyway, tomorrow night is a salute to leather) You pulled the chain attached to the Permanently erected nipples of Jimmy (Leather, rubber, vinyl [?]) In a bold salute to pain (You've undoubtedly heard of seven rings of hell?) You sniffed the reeking bins of Angel (This boy is wearing 'em) And acted like it was cocaine You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko (Nice) In a way you can't explain And so you worked the wall with Michael (Tower of power...) Which gave your back an awful strain (Now available) But you came back on Sunday for the gong show (Nice) But you forgot what I was saying [Verse 3] 'Cause you're an asshole, you're an asshole That's right You're an asshole, you're an asshole Yes, yes You're an asshole, you're an asshole That's right You're an asshole, you're an asshole [Verse 4] Well, now you been to The Chest Been to The Grape Now I think you know what you are You're an asshole You say you can't live with what you been through Ladies you can be an asshole too, that's right You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you But don't fool yerself girl It's lookin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's winkin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's blinkin' at you That's why I say [Bridge 2] I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Crisco Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute, everybody! A tight wet [?] shirt Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute The pleasure chest Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Ya gr-gr-griffs [Outro] Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (Ay-ya-ya-ya) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (Ay-ya-ya-ya) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (Ay-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer Aw, I knew you'd be surprised...