Temptation lingers in the lamplight
Upon her lips a shadow falls
She loves to flirt
She loves to tease
Beneath her skirt
Some new disease
The Boulevard of Broken Balls

Her lovers lurk in every doorway
With prices written on the walls
So if you’re rich
And have the cash
You’ll get an itch
You’ll get a rash
The Boulevard of Broken Balls

You hear the whispers in the darkness
The laughter echoes and enthralls
They’re taking bets
You’ll never know
Your gigalette’s
A gigolo
The Boulevard of Broken Balls

She leaves a token of your romance
A souvenir that hops and crawls
You bring the crabs
Home to your wife
She stabs you with
A butcher knife
The Boulevard of Broken Balls