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How come he don't come and p.i.p. with me |
Down at the meter no more? |
How come he turn off the t.v. |
And he hang that sign on the door? |
We call and we call "How come?" we say |
What could make a boy behave this way? |
He learn all of the lines, and every time he |
don't suffer when he talk |
And it's true! It's true! He sure is aquired a |
cool and inspired sorta jazz when he walk |
Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans? |
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 |
This is something I gotta see Is he here? |
Look in the poolhall Is he here? |
Look in the drugstore Is he here? |
No, he don't come here no more |
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I'll tell you what I saw him |
He was sittin' us down at the Pantages |
And whatever is that he got up his sleeve |
I hope it isn't contagious |
What's her name? Is that her there? |
Christ, I think he's even combed his hair! |
Is that her? What's her name? |
Oh, it's never going to be same. |
But that's not her |
I know what's wrong-- |
Chuck E's in love with the little girl who's singing this song |
Chuck E's in love with me |
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The most as you'll ever go |
Is back where you used to know |
If grown-ups could laugh this slow |
Where as you watch the hour snow |
Years may go by |
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So hold on to your special friend |
Here, you'll need something to keep her in : |
"Now you stay inside this foolish grin ... " |
Though any day your secrets end |
Then again |
Years may go by |
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You saved your own special friend |
'Cuz here you need something to hide her in |
And you stay inside that foolish grin |
When everyday now secrets end |
Oh and then again |
Years may go by |
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Here I'm going |
Wlakin' with my baby in my arms |
'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black |
And the devil, see, he's right behind us |
And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby |
My little angel back |
But they won't getcha, |
'Cuz I'm right here witcha |
On the night train |
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Swing low, Saint Cadillac |
Tearin' down the alley |
And I'm reachin' so high for ya |
Don't let 'em take me back |
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain |
That cry and quiver |
When a blue horizon is sleeping in the station |
With a ticket for a train |
Surely mine will deliver me there |
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Here she comes ... |
I'm safe here with you |
On the night train |
Oh mamma, mamma, |
Concrete is wheeling by |
Down at the end of a lullaby |
On the night train |
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Take a walk around midnight in the city |
Young Blood is hiding there somewhere |
If you're looking for something to do |
There's always something happening there |
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Like I & Bragger, we borrowed a coupe to day |
Here come Pepe and she's got a friend with a chevrolet |
But she ain't running |
She's walking a little slow |
And she ain't crying-- she's just singing a little low |
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They say this city will make you dirty |
But you look alright |
You feel real pretty when he's holding you tight |
City will make you mean |
But that's just make-up on your face |
Love will wash you clean in the night's disgrace |
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Find a block where your people can find you |
Keep a third eye watching behind you |
You never know when you're making a memory |
They will wish they were here together again, someday |
Kids looking for something to get into-- |
Take a look |
Two for the movie show |
Three for the back row |
Hold on tight! |
Remember, you might have looked like cool twelve |
But your fuse just felt like dynamite |
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Take a walk around midnight in the city |
Young Blood will find you there, somewhere |
And if you're looking for something to do |
There's always something happening there |
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There was a Joe |
Leanin' on the back door |
A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple bills |
Their eyes was statin' |
They was waitin' |
To get their hands on some easy money |
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They flipped a dime |
One said " well, I'll take heads this time" |
One stepped up |
One stepped back |
One loosened her shoulder strap |
She couldn't speak, |
Her knees got weak |
She could almost taste that easy money |
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There was this old black cat |
Sittin' in a old black cadillac |
The Joe smelled sweet |
She curled up at her boyfriend's feet |
She said "I got a plan |
Listen, Sam, how'd ya like to make some easy money ? " |
He say, "yes! oh yes! |
Jus' tell me what you want me to do " |
She said, "Baby, you can trust me |
Baby, but you must be hidin' in my room |
At a quarter to two" |
Well, the cat told the boy |
"Come up to the room and play with my toy" |
But the Jill set the bait |
And she wasn't gonna sit around and wait |
But this guy was wise to all the lies |
And he flies out the door |
With the easy money |
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Because there ain't no man |
Who got the money in his hand |
Who got any of that bread |
Bein' slow in the head |
The easier it looks |
The hotter it hooks |
There ain't no such thing as easy money |
We say, "yes! oh yes!" |
Saturday night |
There was a terrible, terrible fight |
Between two dames who was losin' the same game |
It wasn't clear, |
But I hear somebody was lookin' for some easy money |
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A long stretch of headlights |
Bends into I-9 |
Tiptoe into truck stops |
And sleepy diesel eyes |
Volcanoes rumble in the taxi |
And glow in the dark |
Camels in the driver's seat |
A slow, easy mark |
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But you ran out of gas |
Down the road a piece |
Then the battery went dead |
And now the cable won't reach... |
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It's your last chance |
To check under the hood |
Last chance |
She ain't soundin' too good, |
Your last chance |
To trust the man with the star |
You've found the last chance Texaco |
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Well, he tried to be Standard |
He tries to be Mobil |
He tried living in a world |
And in a shell |
There was this block-busted blonde |
He loved her - free parts and labor |
But she broke down and died |
And threw all the rods he gave her |
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But this one ain't fuel-injected |
Her plug's disconnected |
She gets scared and she stalls |
She just needs a man, that's all |
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It's her last chance |
Her timing's all wrong |
Her last chance |
She can't idle this long |
Her last chance |
Turn her over and go |
Pullin' out of the last chance texaco |
The last chance |
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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' ? " |
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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' " |
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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 |
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I and Braggar, and Junior Lee, |
well that's the way we always thought it would be |
In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met |
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; |
you stick it over there; |
but it never fits |
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And now a hungry night you want more and more |
and you chip in your little kiss. |
Well, I jumped all his jokers, |
but he trumped all my tricks |
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And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to |
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, |
but it ain't the same (well, that's okay) |
Hot City don't hurt that much but everything feels the same |
Well the real thing come and the real thing go... |
Well the real thing is back in town... |
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville.... |
(Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville... |
Well come on honey, take you back...to Coolsville) |
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Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown |
Selling articles of congress to these people downtown |
He was pretty sleezy when I met him |
A weasel in a poor boy's wool |
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Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New Jersey |
Buys his meat from a whore next door |
Wants it rare but he gets it well |
A weasel on a short order floor |
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So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad |
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio |
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals |
Angela, Perry and Mario |
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Kid Sinister with the Bus Stop Blues |
A quarter could take you home |
A dime could make a dream come true |
But a weasel ain't got a dime for the phone |
( Does a weasel got a dime for the phone ? ) |
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So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad |
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio |
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals |
Angela, Perry and Mario |
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You dancin' in the welfare lines, Sal |
Actin' like some jerk-off fool |
When we could lay out eatin' peaches on the beaches |
A weasel in a white boy's cool |
But we're all in a white boy's school |
( Just like a weasel ) |
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I'll remember you too clearly |
But I'll survive another day |
!there's no one there |
I'll imagine what you'd say |
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I'll see you in another life now, baby |
I'll free you in my dreams |
But when I reach across the galaxy |
I will miss your company |
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Company |
I'll be looking for company |
Look and listen |
Through the years |
Someday you may hear me |
Still crying for company |
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So now you're going off to live your life |
You say we'll meet each other now and then |
But we'll never be the same |
And I know I'll never have this chance again |
No, not like you |
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So, I'll see you in another life now baby, |
I'll free you in my dreams |
But when I reach across the galaxy |
I will miss your company |
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Company |
I'll be looking for company |
Look and listen |
Through the years |
Someday you may hear me |
Still crying for company |
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All the gang has gone home |
Standing on the corner |
All alone |
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You and me, streetlight |
We'll paint the town - grey |
Oh, we are so many lamps |
Who have lost our way |
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Say goodnight, America |
The word still loves a dreamer |
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And all the gang has gone home |
And I'm standind on the corner |
All alone |
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Lyrics R.L. Jones except 9. and 10. (with A.Johnson) © 1979 Warner Bros Records / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi R.L. Jones tranne 9.e 10. (con A.Johnson) © 1979 Warner Bros Records / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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