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Chuck
E's in Love |
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How come he don't come and p.i.p. with me
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Down at the meter no more?
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How come he turn off the t.v.
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And he hang that sign on the door?
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We call and we call "How come?"
we say
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What could make a boy behave this way?
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He learn all of the lines, and every time
he
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don't suffer when he talk
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And it's true! It's true! He sure is
aquired a
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cool and inspired sorta jazz when he walk
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Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans?
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If this ain't healthy is it some kinda
clean?
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I think Chuck E's in love
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I don't believe what you're saying to me
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This is something I gotta see Is he here?
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Look in the poolhall Is he here?
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Look in the drugstore Is he here?
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No, he don't come here no more
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I'll tell you what I saw him
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He was sittin' us down at the Pantages
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And whatever is that he got up his sleeve
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I hope it isn't contagious
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What's her name? Is that her there?
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Christ, I think he's even combed his hair!
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Is that her? What's her name?
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Oh, it's never going to be same.
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But that's not her
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I know what's wrong--
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Chuck E's in love with the little girl
who's singing this song
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Chuck E's in love with me
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On
Saturday Afternoons in 1963 |
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The most as you'll ever go
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Is back where you used to know
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If grown-ups could laugh this slow
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Where as you watch the hour snow
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Years may go by
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So hold on to your special friend
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Here, you'll need something to keep her in
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"Now you stay inside this foolish
grin ... "
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Though any day your secrets end
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Then again
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Years may go by
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You saved your own special friend
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'Cuz here you need something to hide her
in
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And you stay inside that foolish grin
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When everyday now secrets end
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Oh and then again
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Years may go by
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Night
Train |
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Here I'm going
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Wlakin' with my baby in my arms
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'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight
ball black
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And the devil, see, he's right behind us
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And this worker said she's gonna take my
little baby
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My little angel back
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But they won't getcha,
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'Cuz I'm right here witcha
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On the night train
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Swing low, Saint Cadillac
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Tearin' down the alley
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And I'm reachin' so high for ya
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Don't let 'em take me back
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Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain
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That cry and quiver
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When a blue horizon is sleeping in the
station
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With a ticket for a train
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Surely mine will deliver me there
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Here she comes ...
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I'm safe here with you
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On the night train
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Oh mamma, mamma,
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Concrete is wheeling by
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Down at the end of a lullaby
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On the night train
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Young
Blood |
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Take a walk around midnight in the city
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Young Blood is hiding there somewhere
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If you're looking for something to do
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There's always something happening there
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Like I & Bragger, we borrowed a coupe
to day
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Here come Pepe and she's got a friend with
a chevrolet
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But she ain't running
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She's walking a little slow
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And she ain't crying-- she's just singing
a little low
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They say this city will make you dirty
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But you look alright
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You feel real pretty when he's holding you
tight
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City will make you mean
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But that's just make-up on your face
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Love will wash you clean in the night's
disgrace
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Find a block where your people can find
you
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Keep a third eye watching behind you
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You never know when you're making a memory
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They will wish they were here together
again, someday
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Kids looking for something to get into--
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Take a look
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Two for the movie show
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Three for the back row
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Hold on tight!
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Remember, you might have looked like cool
twelve
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But your fuse just felt like dynamite
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Take a walk around midnight in the city
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Young Blood will find you there, somewhere
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And if you're looking for something to do
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There's always something happening there
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Easy
Money |
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There was a Joe
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Leanin' on the back door
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A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple
bills
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Their eyes was statin'
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They was waitin'
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To get their hands on some easy money
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They flipped a dime
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One said " well, I'll take heads this
time"
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One stepped up
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One stepped back
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One loosened her shoulder strap
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She couldn't speak,
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Her knees got weak
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She could almost taste that easy money
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There was this old black cat
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Sittin' in a old black cadillac
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The Joe smelled sweet
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She curled up at her boyfriend's feet
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She said "I got a plan
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Listen, Sam, how'd ya like to make some
easy money ? "
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He say, "yes! oh yes!
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Jus' tell me what you want me to do "
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She said, "Baby, you can trust me
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Baby, but you must be hidin' in my room
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At a quarter to two"
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Well, the cat told the boy
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"Come up to the room and play with my
toy"
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But the Jill set the bait
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And she wasn't gonna sit around and wait
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But this guy was wise to all the lies
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And he flies out the door
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With the easy money
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Because there ain't no man
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Who got the money in his hand
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Who got any of that bread
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Bein' slow in the head
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The easier it looks
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The hotter it hooks
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There ain't no such thing as easy money
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We say, "yes! oh yes!"
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Saturday night
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There was a terrible, terrible fight
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Between two dames who was losin' the same
game
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It wasn't clear,
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But I hear somebody was lookin' for some
easy money
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The
Last Chance Texaco |
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A long stretch of headlights
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Bends into I-9
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Tiptoe into truck stops
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And sleepy diesel eyes
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Volcanoes rumble in the taxi
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And glow in the dark
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Camels in the driver's seat
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A slow, easy mark
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But you ran out of gas
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Down the road a piece
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Then the battery went dead
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And now the cable won't reach...
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It's your last chance
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To check under the hood
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Last chance
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She ain't soundin' too good,
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Your last chance
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To trust the man with the star
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You've found the last chance Texaco
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Well, he tried to be Standard
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He tries to be Mobil
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He tried living in a world
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And in a shell
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There was this block-busted blonde
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He loved her - free parts and labor
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But she broke down and died
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And threw all the rods he gave her
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But this one ain't fuel-injected
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Her plug's disconnected
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She gets scared and she stalls
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She just needs a man, that's all
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It's her last chance
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Her timing's all wrong
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Her last chance
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She can't idle this long
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Her last chance
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Turn her over and go
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Pullin' out of the last chance texaco
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The last chance
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Danny's
All-star Joint |
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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 "
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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 "
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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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Coolsville |
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I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
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well that's the way we always thought it
would be
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In the wind-strewn leaves of September,
how we met
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Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's
bet
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Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was
Coolsville
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Well you stick it here;
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you stick it over there;
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but it never fits
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And now a hungry night you want more and
more
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and you chip in your little kiss.
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Well, I jumped all his jokers,
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but he trumped all my tricks
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And I swear to God I thought this one was
smart enough to
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stick it into Coolsville.....yeah stick it
into Coolsville...
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So now it's J and B, and me, and that
sounds close,
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but it ain't the same (well, that's okay)
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Hot City don't hurt that much but
everything feels the same
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Well the real thing come and the real
thing go...
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Well the real thing is back in town...
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Ask me if you wanna know The way to
Coolsville....
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(Well I hear you wanna go back to
Coolsville...
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Well come on honey, take you back...to
Coolsville)
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Weasel
and the White Boys Cool |
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Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown
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Selling articles of congress to these
people downtown
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He was pretty sleezy when I met him
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A weasel in a poor boy's wool
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Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New
Jersey
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Buys his meat from a whore next door
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Wants it rare but he gets it well
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A weasel on a short order floor
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So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your
dad
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Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
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Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your
pals
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Angela, Perry and Mario
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Kid Sinister with the Bus Stop Blues
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A quarter could take you home
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A dime could make a dream come true
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But a weasel ain't got a dime for the
phone
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( Does a weasel got a dime for the phone ?
)
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So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your
dad
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Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
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Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your
pals
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Angela, Perry and Mario
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You dancin' in the welfare lines, Sal
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Actin' like some jerk-off fool
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When we could lay out eatin' peaches on
the beaches
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A weasel in a white boy's cool
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But we're all in a white boy's school
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( Just like a weasel )
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Company |
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I'll remember you too clearly
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But I'll survive another day
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!there's no one there
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I'll imagine what you'd say
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I'll see you in another life now, baby
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I'll free you in my dreams
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But when I reach across the galaxy
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I will miss your company
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Company
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I'll be looking for company
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Look and listen
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Through the years
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Someday you may hear me
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Still crying for company
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So now you're going off to live your life
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You say we'll meet each other now and then
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But we'll never be the same
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And I know I'll never have this chance
again
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No, not like you
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So, I'll see you in another life now baby,
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I'll free you in my dreams
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But when I reach across the galaxy
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I will miss your company
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Company
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I'll be looking for company
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Look and listen
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Through the years
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Someday you may hear me
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Still crying for company
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After
Hours (Twelve Bars Past Goodnight) |
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All the gang has gone home
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Standing on the corner
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All alone
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You and me, streetlight
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We'll paint the town - grey
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Oh, we are so many lamps
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Who have lost our way
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Say goodnight, America
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The word still loves a dreamer
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And all the gang has gone home
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And I'm standind on the corner
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All alone
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