Here are the much requested lyrics to the B&S classic [bad word] SOUP.
Liquored up in Jackson after the show,
Bucket of wild oats I had to sow.
Promoter said he knew where I should go,
Hundreds of women for old Adam Banjo

Thousand pickup [bad word] on a gravel parking lot,
Looked at my roadie, said ready or not.
Splashed on High Karate, ready [bad word] my race,
Took a look around, wasn't a women in the place.

 [bad word] Soup,
Ball City,
Ain't it a pity
To be duped,
 [bad word] Soup.

Milwaukee was the next town,
Hopped up on stage.
Thought I might get lucky,
Me and Roy was all the rage.
Looked out on the crowd, much to my surprise,
Place was plumb sold out with nothin' but guys.

 [bad word] Soup.
 [bad word] Salad
Can't sing a ballad,
Don't give a hoot.
 [bad word] Soup.

(Bridge)

Played in San Francisco, for some free love.
Met a big ole' hippie chick from heaven above.
Looked back at the band, they were staring at her feet.
Roy said Adam, son don't drop your keys.

Nashville station, KPSY,
Threw us a party, we still don't know why.
Valet and champagne,
Fried chicken and cocaine.
But no hookers in the end,
Just a hot-tub full of men.

 [bad word] Soup.
Brown eye blue,
It's up to you.
Better get looped,
 [bad word] Soup.