Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's Killer Joe , by - Manhattan Transfer. Song from the album Vocalese, in the genre Release date: 31.12.1984
Record label: Concord, Craft
Song language: English
That's Killer Joe |
| This here’s the story about Killer Joe |
| He’s a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so |
| Silk on the corners of his fancy threads |
| Double breasted pin stripe coat top press |
| Fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive |
| Why he’s the kind o' cat that’ll make a dead man cry |
| So look out for Killer Joe! |
| Killer Joe — Killer Joe |
| Killer Joe — love dough |
| Killer Joe — Killer Joe |
| Killer Joe — love dough |
| Love of gold |
| Has made him very cold (Repeat Top) |
| I hit the big town an’he turned me roun' |
| He dazzled me with some pretty jive |
| Prettier jive than I’ve ever heard from |
| Any man alive |
| He called me «Baby,» 'n «Honey» |
| Messed wit m’head, tol' me he’d show me |
| A whole mess o’money |
| An' what did I get? |
| That’s somethin' I ain’t figured out yet |
| Each woman I meet is like a bead |
| That’s strung on a string |
| An' I wear 'em like I’m wearin' a necklace |
| Women love me, n’think lots of me |
| Really! |
| How can they be so reckless |
| I tell 'em in front, that I do love money |
| So — later on — then they won’t get funny |
| When I tighten up an' the scene gets heavy |
| Times when I laugh they’re over |
| Now they’re gonna' feel a draf' |
| Tell y’truth, if y’mus know |
| Only thing can save y’is t’bring me lots o’dough |
| Poor girl — Pity the hick |
| Poor girl — Man, is he slick |
| Poor girl — Pity the poor chick |
| Stars were peepin' low |
| An' man dud she have eyes for that Joe |
| 'N Joe was jivin' with all of his lies |
| She felt he must o’meant it |
| Boy, the chick was in f’some surprise |
| Yep! |
| 'N Joe ain' 'bout t’let 'er slide |
| Git’er t’flyin' high 'n wide |
| Then goof her carpet ride |
| She was cute, he had class |
| Y’knew he had 'er soon s’he made his pass |
| (That's Joe!) |
| Big cities are jungles an' men’re like leopards |
| An' women are lost lambs who’ve |
| Strayed from kep' herds |
| An' them leopards — are real wolves |
| Actin' jus' like shepherds |
| Look out! |
| Joe got his hook out |
| He’s lookin' so han’some |
| Guaranteed trouble |
| Y’think you c’n stan' some |
| He’ll furnish it double |
| So look out |
| This here’s the story about Killer Joe |
| He’s a real bad cat, 'forget I told you so |
| Silk on the corners of his fancy threads |
| Double breasted pin stripe coat top press |
| Fast talkin' good looking flim flam jive |
| Why he’s the kind o' cat that’ll make a dead man cry |
| So look out for Killer Joe! |