AWAY IN NEW JERSEY, DEAR LILA'S IN BED,
AS VISIONS OF SUGARBUNS DANCE IN HER HEAD.
AND JANNET IN MICHIGAN COUNTS CINNAMON SHEEP,
SHE'S TOSSING AND TURNING AND HOPING FOR SLEEP.

SUE AND LINDA ARE DREAMING OF CLUTCHES GALORE,
IT'S A SHIRT TUG FOR CINDY; JOY HOPES STEPH DOESN'T SNORE.
CELLA IS KISSING HER HUBBY GOODBYE,
SAYS SHE'LL COME HOME, "NOT A WORD OF A LIE!"

THE MOON CASTS A GLOW ON CHEYANNE'S SMILING FACE,
AS SHE SLEEPS IN THE ARMS OF CLAY'S WARM EMBRACE.
WHEN BARB HAS DECIDED WHAT ON EARTH SHE WILL WEAR,
SHE'LL LAY DOWN TO SLUMBER BUT...SHOULD SHE COLOR HER HAIR?

ALLISON, ALLISON...MOVED UP TO ROW THREE.
SHE DREAMS OF THE HOT SEAT ON SANTA CLAY'S KNEE.
THE SISTERS ARE COMING! YES, CATHY AND PATS!
WHEN CLAY'S IN THE MIDDLE WILL THOSE SIBS ACT LIKE BRATS?

THERE�S CELLA, THERE�S CATHY, THERE'S KAREN AND LILA!
GOT CINDY, GOT CHEYANNE, GOT JANNET AND LINDA!
WHERE'S CINDY IN PA? HAS SHE GONE TO BED?
OH, I THINK I HEAR MOANING...AHEM, ENOUGH SAID!

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IN A HOTEL NEAR BOSTON THE SANDMAN COMES CREEPING,
WHERE A SNUGGLY WARM BED CRADLES CLAY AS HE'S SLEEPING.
TOMORROW HE SINGS FOR THE BROADS JOINING CLEVEFEST.
HE DREAMS OF HIS GURRRLS, BUT KNOWS HE'LL NEED MORE REST.

FIFTEEN THEY TOLD ME...ALL BROADS IN ONE PLACE!
WHICH ONE WOULD BE WILLING TO TRY 'MAZING RACE?
I NEED SOMEONE TO DRESS ME AND HELP WITH MA' HAIR,
IF SHE CAN'T COOK WORTH A NICKEL, I REALLY DON'T CARE.

OH! BROADS FOR THE PICKIN', OH! BROADS FOR THE NIGHT.
SHUT UP, BAD CLAYTON! YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT RIGHT!
WELL, CEL LEFT HER HUSBAND AND KAREN WILL TOO.
I KNOW LINDA AND CATHY AND CINDY ARE TRUE.

THEIR BODIES ARE ACHING AND THEY'RE WARM TO THE TOUCH.
HOW 'BOUT JANNET AND LILA, IF THREE IS TOO MUCH?
CINDY IN PA THINKS YOUR A** IS DIVINE
IF YOU REALLY DON'T WANT HER THEN I'LL MAKE HER MINE.

OH! MA' HEART IS IN TORMENT AND MA' MIND IS A MESS!
I WANT NOTHING MORE THAN SWEET CHEYANNE'S CARESS.
THEN WAVE AT HER SILLY AND GIVE HER A WINK,
THIS PICKIN' UP CHICKS AIN'T AS HARD AS YOU THINK

SUE'S WEARING LEATHER; SHE'S A TINY SIZE SIX.
BET THERE'S NO PROBLEM THAT SHE COULDN'T FIX.
ALLISON, ALLISON, THERE IN ROW THREE,
HOP ON UP GURRL, SANTA'S PATTIN' HIS KNEE.

HEY PATS, WHERE'S YOUR SISTER? DID YOU GIVE HER THE SLIP?
AND BARB, HOW WOULD YOU FEEL 'BOUT A ROLL IN THE KIP?
OH! JOY AND OH! BLISS, OH! STEPH...WHAT A KISS!
IS THAT MY ALARM? OH! NO...NO...NO...BOO HISS!

I DON�T WANT TO WAKE UP, DON'T WANT TO STOP DREAMIN'
THERE'S MORE THAN ONE VENUE I PICTURE THEM SCREAMIN'
FIFTEEN BROADS IN ONE PLACE! WILL THEY KNOW JUST BY LOOKIN'?
THAT LAST NIGHT IN MY DREAMS, WE GOT THINGS A-COOKIN'?

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THE COFFEE IS BUBBLING AND THE TEAPOT IS WARM.
CLAY AND HIS BROADS WILL TAKE CLEVELAND BY STORM.
WE'RE HEADING FOR AIRPORTS AND FREEWAYS AND FRIENDS.
I'LL KEEP YOU ALL POSTED AS TO HOW IT ALL ENDS.