How are things at the country club? Was the glitter group too much? Was that hot young rock star there? Did you try to get in touch? Did you catch the ear of That famous new playwright? Did the paparazzi catch your act? Did you do your thing tonight?
Who got mad and who got drunk? Give me all the dirt. Who got ****** and struck a blow And, oh yes, who got hurt? You see now I understand; I’m your after dinner lover. When you’re going somewhere publicly You find yourself another.
And I guess that’s just not good enough To keep me satisfied. To be the after dinner rose You tried so hard to hide. So call up Central Casting And find yourself another. For I am not content to be Your after dinner lover.
CERCA 1972 After one of Bobby Allan's dreadful soirees.