South of the Belt-Line at Dixie's

A salsa….

Down in the street, where students meet,

There you can find a dark café.

Don’t wait around,. Go in and sit down!

They’ve beer and long-drinks and games to play.

The bar in the rear is quite dingy.

In the cigarette qualm you can see

A sign on the wall shining dimly reads:

‘You’re sure of a welcome at Dixie’s’

Shadowy forms! Something like swarms

Of nightmarish figures here hold sway.

The music is lout. Cut through that crowd!

You’ll find the young men there won’t fade away.

A few even dress up in leather,

And cigarettes hang on their lips.

One or two sport a small earring

Or bunches of keys at their hips.

The bartender’s leer may strike you as queer.

Don’t mind him, he’s still got lots to learn.

He’s just seventeen, and still so green,

He thinks that his looks will make you burn.

And most men in here are near minors-

Just barely come of age.

They pose and they strut and take stand, for

Dixie’s is their special stage.

Need some fresh air? Take a place where

Travoltas adorn the entryway.

They titter and clown, their hands moving down,

And south of their partners’ belt-line play.

Sitting across from some girlfriend

Who smilingly understands,

This man is for her just a dead-end

Who won’t make some crude demand.

Back through the smoke, so thick that you choke,

You’ll find someone who’s right for you.

He will agree to go home and see

That new waterbed which vibrates, too!

He’s certain that you will agree to

The terms he has asked you to pay.

It’s not that he’s hard up for money.

It’s just that one pays to get laid.

You say you aren’t sure. He has the cure;

Leans forward and moves against your side.

You feel with your hand, he’s more than a man.

Then he’s moved back. You heave a sigh.

And soon you are back in your own rooms,

He’s given you satisfaction.

You know that you soon will go back there

To sample some more of the action.

Down in the street, where students meet,

There you will find a dark café.

And there the gang play a game with one hand

Called ‘South of the belt-line my partner’s gay.’

So go right inside. You’ll be surprised!

You’re sure of a welcome at Dixie’s, hey.