Well I thought about it Well I didn't think twice No room left in my life for you What did your world come to? But thank ya, 'cuz I made it through
Well she's up against the register With an apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation
Well I don't mind working 'Cause I used to be jerkin off Most of my time in the bars I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk And a soda fountain jock jerk
Well, the gigolo's jumpin' salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front row seat Dressed in full orchestration
Small Change got rained on with his own .38 And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquees weren't weeping They went stark-raving mad And the
Well, I'm a jitterbug boy by the shoe-shine Resting on my laurels and my Hardy's too Life of Riley on a swing shift gears follow my drift Once upon a
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: Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now See you tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow a couple of bucks from you To
: Step right up, step right up, step right up, Everyone's a winner, bargains galore That's right, you too can be the proud owner Of the quality goes
: Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams, Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me Hoist up a few tall cool ones
: Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula, Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her
: Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp, I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town, Talking
: Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah, I drunk me a river since you tore me apart And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get
: I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars, I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk And
: Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight, And nobody flinched down by the arcade And the marquees weren't weeping, they went stark-raving
: Well this gigolo's jumping salty, ain't no trade out on the streets, Half past the unlucky, and the hawk's a front-row seat Dressed in full orchestration