After a few weeks on the bus, being porked by Toad-O's road crew, and
being too exhausted to do their laundry on a regular basis, MARY is
dumped in Miami With no money (and no other famous rock groups due into
the area for at least three weeks), she tries to pick up a few bucks by
entering the Wet T-shirt contest at *The Brasserie*

Ike:
Looks to me like something funny
Is going on around here
People laughin' 'n' dancin' 'n' payin'
Entirely too much for their beer
And they all think they are
Clean outa-site
And they're ready to party
'Cause the sign outside says it's
WET T-SHIRT NITE
'N' they all crave some
Hot delight
Well the girls are excited
Because in a minute
They're gonna get wet
'N' the boys are delighted
Because all the titties
Will get 'em upset
'N' they all think they are
Reety-awright
'N' they're ready to boogie
'Cause the sign outside says it's
WET T-SHIRT NITE
'N' they all crave some
Pink delight
When the water gets on 'em
Their *ninnies* get rigid
'N' look pretty bold
It's a common reaction
That makes an attraction
Whenever it's cold
'N' all of the fellas
They wish they could bite
On the cute little nuggets
The local girls are showin' off tonite
You know I think it serves 'em right
You know I think it serves 'em right
You know I think it serves 'em right
You know I think it serves 'em right
And it's
WET T-SHIRT TIME AGAIN
I know you want someone to show you some tit!
BIG ONES!
WET ONES!
BIG WET ONES!

At this point, FATHER RILEY *(who had been recently de-frocked for not
meeting his quota, and has grown his hair out and bought a groovy sport
coat and moved to Miami and changed his name to BUDDY JONES)* steps onto
the crowded bandstand in his exciting new role as a *WET T-SHIRT CONTEST
EMCEE*

Buddy Jones:
Ah, thanks, IKE
Yes, it's WET T-shirt TIME AGAIN
Here at the *Brasserie*
Home of THE TITS*huh huh*
And it's the charming Mary from Canoga Park
Up next in her bid for the semi-finals
Hi, Maryhowya doin'?

Having been fucked senseless by the boys in the crew, MARY does not
recognize the former religious personage from her nights in the rectory
basement during which she acquired her basic manual skillsconfounded
by his sport coat, she replies

Mary:
Hi!

Realizing that she no longer recognizes himor even appreciates the
patient religious training he had given her in the past, BUDDY JONES,
like a true *WET T-SHIRT EMCEE* type person, proceeds to say various
stupid things to waste time, making the contest itself take longer,
thereby giving the mongoloids squatting on the dance floor an opportunity
to buy more exciting beveragesliquid products that will expand their
consciousnesses to the point whereby they might more fully enjoy the
ambiance of *Miami By Night*

Buddy Jones:
Where ya from?

Mary:
Ah, the bus

Buddy Jones:
Which one?

Mary:
You knowthe last tour
You knowLeather

Buddy Jones:
Ohyou were the girl stuck to seat 38 *Phydeaux III* why don't you
get in position and take a deep breath, because this water is very, very
cold, but it's goin' to be so stimulating And Mary's the kind of Red-
Blooded American Girl who'll do anything

Mary:
Anything

Buddy Jones:
I said anythingfor fifty bucks
That's right!

Mary:
I really need the fifty bucks you know
I gotta get home!

Buddy Jones:
Yeh, I know, your father is waiting for you in the tool shedthat's
right, you heard rightour big prize tonite is fifty American Dollars
to the girl with the most exciting *mammalian protuberances*

Mary:
Here I am!

Buddy Jones:
as viewed through a thoroughly soaked, stupid looking white sort of
male person's conservative kind of middle-of-the-road COTTON
UNDERGARMENT! Whoopee! And here comes THE WATER!

Mary:
*EEEK!*

Buddy Jones:
No, you'd squeak more if the water got on yousounds like you just got
an ice pick in the foreheadAND HERE COMES THE ICE PICK IN THE FOREHEAD
a million laughs, Mary! Anyway; good golly, what a messshe's
totally soakedyeh, totally committed to the fifty bucksThat's it
just step into the spotlightlet the guys get a good look at ya honey!

Mary:
Here I am!

Buddy Jones:
Whaddya say, fellas?
Nice setta jugs?
Now Mary, how's about shakin' it around a little

Mary:
Ooooh!

Buddy Jones:
Oh my goodness, look at her go!

Mary:
Oooh! I'm dancing!
I'm dancing!

Buddy Jones:
Ain't this what living is really all about! Here's your fifty bucks
Mary

Mary:
Oh great! Now I can go home!

Buddy Jones:
Home is where the heart is

Mary:
On the bus