Dannys All-Star Joint Lyrics by Rickie Lee Jones

Dannys All-Star Joint Lyrics

    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' ? '

    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 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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