Song | Danny's All-Star Joint |
Artist | Rickie Lee Jones |
Album | Rickie Lee Jones |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jones | |
Downstairs at danny's all-star joint | |
They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt | |
The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day | |
But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey | |
There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup | |
I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe | |
Cecil gives me coffee | |
And he won't never take my coin | |
I say, ' I got thirty dollars in my pocket! | |
Whatchoo doin' ? ' | |
I holler, ' Come on, Cecil, take a dollar! | |
Come on, Cecil, take a ten! | |
I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones | |
And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin' ' | |
He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard | |
They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard | |
They look particularly dead-beat | |
Permanently pale | |
Cecil picks up his butcher knife | |
Waves it at the jail | |
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 ) | |
Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green | |
And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine | |
And he says, ' Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar | |
Come on Cecil gimme five | |
I'm in a half-way house on a one-way street | |
And I'm a quarter past left alive ' | |
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way | |
He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey |
zuo ci : Jones | |
Downstairs at danny' s allstar joint | |
They got a juke box that goes doytdoyt | |
The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day | |
But when the nighttime comes, heyhey | |
There' s this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup | |
I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe | |
Cecil gives me coffee | |
And he won' t never take my coin | |
I say, ' I got thirty dollars in my pocket! | |
Whatchoo doin' ? ' | |
I holler, ' Come on, Cecil, take a dollar! | |
Come on, Cecil, take a ten! | |
I' ve finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones | |
And you' re actin' like I' m downshiftin' ' | |
He knows all the underriders on the boulevard | |
They got to barefoot cruise when it' s fortyweight hard | |
They look particularly deadbeat | |
Permanently pale | |
Cecil picks up his butcher knife | |
Waves it at the jail | |
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 | |
Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green | |
And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine | |
And he says, ' Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar | |
Come on Cecil gimme five | |
I' m in a halfway house on a oneway street | |
And I' m a quarter past left alive ' | |
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way | |
He can talk about your people ' til your hair turns grey |
zuò cí : Jones | |
Downstairs at danny' s allstar joint | |
They got a juke box that goes doytdoyt | |
The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day | |
But when the nighttime comes, heyhey | |
There' s this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup | |
I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe | |
Cecil gives me coffee | |
And he won' t never take my coin | |
I say, ' I got thirty dollars in my pocket! | |
Whatchoo doin' ? ' | |
I holler, ' Come on, Cecil, take a dollar! | |
Come on, Cecil, take a ten! | |
I' ve finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones | |
And you' re actin' like I' m downshiftin' ' | |
He knows all the underriders on the boulevard | |
They got to barefoot cruise when it' s fortyweight hard | |
They look particularly deadbeat | |
Permanently pale | |
Cecil picks up his butcher knife | |
Waves it at the jail | |
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 | |
Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green | |
And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine | |
And he says, ' Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar | |
Come on Cecil gimme five | |
I' m in a halfway house on a oneway street | |
And I' m a quarter past left alive ' | |
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way | |
He can talk about your people ' til your hair turns grey |