See the girl that's sexy in the city
She is just a whore
Arrow painted there on her navel
Pointing at the place to score

Walk the street say "Hey-ya-wanna-date-me?"
Special rate for head
Let her in and do it in the back seat
Why go rent a bed?

Now she is working, going for the big tip
Like a decent ho
Body moving, making it convincing
He's about to blow

Now he's gushing, flush with satisfaction
Yes, she knows her men
Dons her skirt, she's back out on the corner
Does it over again

Pop, pop, poppin' the peenies
Why are you here, Miss?
Pop, pop, poppin' the peenies
In a place like this?

Now she's eyeing all the traffic
Looking for her "John"
She knows some day she'll have to quit it
This life don't last long

Grosser grosser, she is getting fed up
Has no place to go
Same as when she came to this city
That's why she turned pro

Pop, pop, poppin' the weenies
Why are you here, Miss?
Pop, pop, poppin' the weenies
In a place like this?

Now she's older, knows many tricks now
Fetishes and kinks
Still she struggles, willing but not able
Drowns herself in drinks

Cops are coming now to arrest her
Tosses her in jail
Gives them some bucks and freebies
Now she's paid her bail

Cop, cop, cops, and their peenies
Just another day
Cop, cop, cops, and their peenies
They won't go away...