Lyrics Doriella du Fontaine - Lightnin' Rod, Jimi Hendrix

Doriella du Fontaine

I was standing on the corner in the middle of the square
Tryin' to make me some arrangements
To get some of that dynamite reefer there
Now, I was already high
And dressed very fly
Just standin' on the corner
Watchin' all the fine hoes
When up drove my main man big money Vann
In his super ninety-eight Olds Now as Van stepped out
And he looked about to me He began to speak
Came his real fine freak
She wore a black chemise dress
Considered to be one of the very best
Hair was glassy black
Eyes a deep see green-blue
Her skin boss dark hue
Man!
She was some kind of fine!
Now, as I spoke to Vann, and I shook his hand
And I asked him «Is that your honey?»
Without no jive
This was the dude’s reply, «Like she’s anybody’s.
who wants to make some
Money.»
«She's really down
And known all around
As Doriella Du Fontaine
She plays her stick
Mind you, she’s slick
She’s one of the best in the game
This girl’s no jerk
I’ve seen her work
She’s nice and she can use her head
And she’s good with her crack
From a long way’s back
And she’s done made me a whole lot of bread.»
Now, Vann was sporting a Panama Straw
Had a Corona-producto stuck out the side of his jaw
He wore a beige silk suit
That looked real silky
And my man was dressed like to make Rockefeller feel guilty
Now I was pressed, I must confess
Although I couldn’t compare with Vann
It’s not that his taste is better than mine
Just that he is the big money man
«Hey, fellows,» Doriella said
«I'm starving as can be
How about a bite to eat?»
So we all agreed
On a fabulous feed
Down at the Waldorf
Now the Waldorf was blowing
In bright neon light
Although this was my first flight
We were all clean as the board of health
Three players, that’s true
In rainbows of blue
And we painted a picture of wealth
Now as we were dining
Vann started unwinding
He began to run his mouth off to me
But as we left
I dug his woman, Doriella Du Fontaine
Was standing pinning on me
«Hey fellow,» Doriella said
«Since we met I’m glad
So here’s the address to my pad.»
So next Saturday
I got real fly
And I went to see Miss Du Fontaine
I stopped off at my main man Jaws
He dealt in snow
And I copped me some cocaine
Now I got to her pad
Jim it was some kind of bad
It was really a bar set
She had a 5-inch carpet
Which was limited in a market
Somewhere from the far-East Orient
The high file was sailin'
And I wasn’t failing
But I just couldn’t rap to this queen
She dug my feet was cold
And took a tigh hold
And gave me some pot, Chicago Green
She said «You be my man
And together we’ll trick the land
And I’ll be your true-blue bitch
Although you’ll have to show me to those other squares
I’ll take their dough and make you rich.»
Now you know where I’m at!
I really went for that
And I put this fine ho in her bed
Me and this queen made love supreme
And I flipped when she gave me some head
Now, next Saturday round one
We were out having fun
At the club known as the Island of Joy
When in walked Dixie Fair
Drugstore millionaire
International playboy
«Hey, fellow,» Dixie said, «Who's that fine model in red?
Why I’ll give you a fee, if you introduce her to me.»
So I did, and my woman, D, she did the rest
«Next morning in bed horse honey she said
I can beat Dixie for all his bread
But you have to wait patiently
Like a hustler on the sunny lands of New Mexico
Because I don’t want you around
When I take off this clown
And I get him hung up in my den
But when I pull through
Baby, I’ll come straight to you
And you’ll never have to hustle again.»
So the next morning
I jumped in my $ 500 dollar grey silk vine
Downed me an ice cold pint of vine
I snatched my bank book
And I made reservations on TWA airline
Now, my stay wasn’t bad
I had a fabulous pad
I pulled plenty of fabulous hoes
I pulled Miss Carmen Vista
Who was huge in the Keister
And first cousin to Mexicali Rose
The climat was hot
And there was plenty of pot
And the tequila’s were dynamite
As I laid in my shack, on top of Carmen’s back
I had her on her knees all night
Now one morning
As I patiently waited
I got a telegram that stated
It said, «Papa daddy
I made a real grand slam
I’m on my way.
TWA
Comet number 3
Be in New Mexico by four
Can’t say no more.
Love, your fine woman, D.»
Comin' then gave me a bath in ice cold milk
And I jumped in my $ 500 dollar grey silk
And downed me a pint of ice-cold wine
When I dug the New York news
That shook me in my shoes
With its bold daring headline.
It read Bulletin.
Last night, Dixie Fair.
Drug store millionaire.
Committed suicide.
Left all his fame
To Miss Du Fontaine, stated to be his bride."
So then I made a B line on down to the airport
Just in time to hear the announcer say
«Attention in the lobby
Attention in the Lobby:
Relatives and friends
All passengers on comet number 3
Wait no longer
For fate’s cruel hands
The good comet has crashed
Off the coast of Chili Sands
But wait!
The rescuers said there was a woman alive!
Age 25…
Hair glassy black.
Eyes deep sea green-blues
Skin a boss dark hue
She said she was on her way
To her fine man in grey
Stated to be his bride
She would have been his true-blue bitch
And made him rich
But then she coughed up blood and died.»
Man!
I pulled through
Like all damned stud’s due
But I know I’ll never be the same
Cause there’ll never be another Miss Doriella Du Fontaine
That’s her name Miss Du Fontaine
I’ll never be the same
Cause there’ll never be another Miss Doriella du Fontaine