Lyrics Cocaine Blues - The Holy Modal Rounders

Cocaine Blues

Jimmy was frightened of them, naturally
Crash took it all in his stride, he said
«Gosh, Crash, th-th-they're so large, so, so huge!»
«Don't worry, Jimmy, I’ll protect you»
And then, well, the fat cows turned to Crash and said
«How ya doin' big boy?»
Crash took it in his stride and said
«Bend over boy»
Baby in the cradle down in New Orleans
Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got mean
Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore
«I believe,» he said, «she can’t smell no more»
I said go, doctor, ring the bell
The women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine
Now the furnitur man came to my house
It was last Sunday morn
He askd me, was my wife at home?
I told him no, she’s long been gone
He backed his truck up to my house
Took everything I had
And he carried it back to the furniture store
Lordy, I do feel sad
I call my Cora, Cora
Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore
Oh baby, I believe she said she couldn’t smell no more
I said go, doctor, ring the bell
The women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine
What?
Oh, uh
What in the world does any man need?
Tell me mister furniture man
I’ll pay you back, you know I really will
And you certainly know I can
You’ll take everything in a poor man’s house
From a skillet to a frying pan
If there ever was a devil without any horns
It must have been a furniture man
I call my Cora, Cora
Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore
Poor baby, I believe she said she couldn’t smell no more
I said go run, doctor, ring the bell
The women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine
Oh, Cora, Cora
Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore
I believe he said she couldn’t smell no more
I said go run, doctor, ring the bell
The women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine