| Downstairs at danny’s all-star joint
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| They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
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| The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day
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| But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey
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| There’s this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
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| I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe
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| Cecil gives me coffee
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| And he won’t never take my coin
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| I say, «I got thirty dollars in my pocket!
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| Whatchoo doin'? |
| "
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| I holler, «Come on, Cecil, take a dollar!
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| Come on, Cecil, take a ten!
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| I’ve finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
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| And you’re actin' like I’m down-shiftin' "
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| He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
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| They got to barefoot cruise when it’s forty-weight hard
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| They look particularly dead-beat
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| Permanently pale
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| Cecil picks up his butcher knife
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| Waves it at the jail
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| The kid say, «I ain’t got no dough, Joe, I just want some o. |
| j «I said, «Don't look at me «(Cuz he was lookin' my way)
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| Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green
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| And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine
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| And he says, «Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
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| Come on Cecil gimme five
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| I’m in a half-way house on a one-way street
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| And I’m a quarter past left alive «He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
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| He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey
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| your sisters into mustard, she loves to walk the pup
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| she like pickles and a relish, she never gets enough
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| Hershey milkshake steamin on a stick, Get a Carter Blanche Sandwich
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| Oh lettuce get it thick… It not becuase Im dirty, not because Im clean
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| not because I kissed a boy behind a magazine…
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| Hey Boys, how bout a fight… Here comes Ricky with her girdle on tight.
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| She dont know your name, But she knows what you got, fromn your
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| mazzo balls to the chicken in the pot. |
| chicken in the pot…
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| chicken in the… DOOOWWWWOWOWN stairs at Danny’s all star joint
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| They got a jukebox that goes Doyte doyte. |
| finger snappin delux make ya bee bop
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| bap… Your a Ivy League… Your a Hep Scat…
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| You cant break the rules until ya know how to play the game
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| If ya wanna have a little fun you can mention my name…
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| But keep your feet in the street… Your toes in the lawn…
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| But keep your business in your pocket Baby, thats where it belongss.
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| OW come on Cecil take a dollar… Come on Cecil take a tip…
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| Do your self a favor if she offers it take it.
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| But honey dont give it away if she dont appriciate it… Dooown bownt bownt
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| bownt |