Danny's All-Star Joint

	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

	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