by Rickie Lee Jones.
Downstairs at Danny's all-star
jointThey got a
jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
The vice is nice, he stays in the back all day
But when the
nighttime comes, hey hey
There's this
cat down there that makes a bad
kinda soupI come around struttin' my luck in my shoop
coupeCecil gives me coffee
And he won't never take my
coinI 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
boulevardThey got to
barefoot cruise when it's
forty-weight hard
They look particularly
deadbeatPermanently
paleCecil picks up his
butcher knifeWaves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe!
I just want some OJ."
I said, "Don't look at me."
(Cuz he was lookin' my way)
Cecil
winks upon him some
juice and some greens
And the kid walks over and puts a
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
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
grayYour sister's into
mustardShe loves to walk the pub
She got the
pickles and the
relish and never gets enough
A
Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
For a carte blanche
sandwichOh, lettuce get thick
It's not because I'm
dirtyIt's not because I'm
cleanIt's not because I
kiss the boys behind a
magazineI say, "Hey boys, how 'bout a fight?"
'Cuz here comes Rickie with a
girdle on tight.
If she don't know your name,
She knows what you got
From your
matzoh balls
To the
chicken-in-the-pot...
chicken-in-the-pot...
chicken-in-the-pot...
Downstairs at Danny's All-Star Joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
A finger-snappin' deluxe'll make your
be-bop bap
And your R&B go
hep-scatYou can't break the
rules until you know how to play the game,
But if you just want to have a little
funYou can mention my name
Keep your feet in the
streetYour toes in the
lawnBut keep your
business in your
pocketThis is it were it belongs.
Come on Cecil, take a dollar
Come on Cecil, take a tip
Do yourself a favor: if she offers it - take it
But honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it.
Excellent! Now I have a brand-new earworm to think about for the next couple of days. :-)