ONE NIGHT IN DENTON
Lyrics by Arthur Levesque -- bs@boog.org -- http://boog.org
and Vanessa Vittoe -- DikOfDeth@aol.com -- http://rockymusic.org/ROB/main.html
(To the tune of "One Night in Bangkok" from the musical "Chess")
          
CRIMINOLOGIST:
Denton, all-American city
But the city don't know what is sitting outside
The conventioners out of this world
In a show with everything but Steve Reeves

Time flies -- doesn't seem a minute
Since the wheel in the sky with another wheel in it
All's changed -- anywhere you can find
Very close encounters of more than just the third kind
It's Roswell...  Area 51...  Siberia...  or...  or this place!

TRANSYLVANIANS:
One night in Denton and the world seems normal
The cars and houses sit so peacefully
But just outside we found the paranormal
A castle's host, and there the he's a she
I can feel a shiver sliding over me.

CRIMINOLOGIST:
One fork's very like another
Late night driving in a thunderstorm, brother

TRANSYLVANIANS:
He's in drag, oh my God, should we get out of Dodge?
Take a look at that weirdo, this is no hunting lodge!

CRIMINOLOGIST:
Whaddya mean?
We just want to come inside and use your phone...

TRANSYLVANIANS:
Come up to the lab
Come and see his creation up the slab

CRIMINOLOGIST:
They're tired!
You sent them both to bed
And crept back in, a wig on your head
It's all your fault and you're to blame, Aunt Mame

TRANSYLVANIANS:
Time out of Denton makes a good girl fumble
Give yourself over to your fantasies
Time out of Denton and a straight man tumbles
I feel a change now in my purity
There's a sweet transvestite right on top of me

CRIMINOLOGIST:
Denton's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of sexual fitness
This give them more sensation
Than listening to Nixon's resignation

And thank God I'm only watching the show...
Narrating it...

I don't see you guys rating
The kind of mate Riff's contemplating
He'll let you go, he's going back home
Cuz the queen we knew didn't have a phone

So you better go back to your car...
Your Denton...
Your Faith Factory...

TRANSYLVANIANS:
The nights in Denton made the world seemed normal
The cars and houses sat so peacefully
But now our eyes they don't care for the formal
I need a fix, I need a mystery
I can see the fishnets as they cling to me

Time out of Denton makes the good girl easy
Between her legs now someone has to be
Time out of Denton and a straight boy's sleazy
And on the ground we writhe in ecstasy
I can see a castle flying over me.