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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Danny's All-Star Joint
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
