Groupie Soupy

[Verse 1] Backstage at the Civic Hall Leather and lace and a curtain call Fifteen groupies, maybe sixteen Hard to count when you’re covered in cream One brought wine, one brought rope One brought soup — I said “That’s dope” She whispered “Rick, I’m your biggest fan” Then dumped chowder straight in my hand [Chorus] Groupie soupy, thick and hot Didn’t know her name, but I stirred the pot Groupie soupy, lost control Slipped on bisque and kissed a stripper pole It’s creamy love, backstage delight Got steamed, got licked, got rocked all night [Verse 2] She said “Don’t stop,” I said “With what?” She said “The ladle.” I said “Oh — that’s what I thought.” There was chowder on the speakers, soup on my chest I passed out halfway through a seafood fest Three girls giggled in a pot of stew Someone moaned “Daddy,” I said “Who?” A nun walked in with a spoon and a grin Said “Bless this mess,” and dove right in [Chorus] Groupie soupy, bold and wet That shrimp bisque ruined my cassette Groupie soupy, burned and raw I found a phone number written in slaw It’s savory love, with zero shame And I’d do it again, though I can’t name names [Bridge] “You ever wake up stuck to a crockpot, half-naked, wearing a bib that says ‘Slurp Daddy?’ Yeah. Same.” [Final Chorus] Groupie soupy, wild and weird Still finding scallions in my beard Groupie soupy, stains don’t lie Best damn night I’ve ever fried It’s messy love, no regrets Just me… a ladle… and thirty baguettes