There's a door behind the stage
That leads down to a cellar
And the waiter will take your coat
And nothing has ever changed
At least not for the better

And the curry once made me choke
The band are watching another fight
The heroin pushers appear at night
And the naked dancers, all dressed in white

I tell you who hangs out there
Miss November, she's a playmate
Rock stars of the 80's
Directors who are irate
Models and comedians, actors and chameleons
All the sort of people who carry something lethal

Trixies is a gas, singing hey hey
Trixies is alright
Trixies is a gas, singing hey hey
Trixies is alright

Poker is played every night
The stakes are beyond belief
It's nice just to watch them play
It's lit by candlelight
The world of a full-time thief

Then it's time to face the breaking day
The curtains down on another show
Now insomniacs will just have to go
And poodle queens from Knightsbridge Row

I tell you who hangs out there
Miss November, she's a playmate
Rock stars of the 80's
Directors who are irate
Models and comedians, actors and chameleons
All the sort of people who carry something lethal

Trixies is a gas, singing hey hey
Trixies is alright
Trixies is a gas, singing hey hey
Trixies is alright!