The cops had the boys
Up against the car
Down Santa Monica Boulevard
Baby food for the rich and sick
Thank LA for spawning it
High pile hair
Low slung breasts
The big hung boy
The deep cut dress
Ran a chicken ranch
For a guy named Tex
Didn't know who Tex
Would bring home next
One from a slum
One who was a bum
One on the run
And somebody's son
One whose mother was in on the kick
Baby food for the rich and sick