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[closing
time] [heart of saturday night]
[nighthawks at the diner]
[small
change] [foreign affairs] [blue
valentine] [heartattack and vine]
[one
from the heart] [swordfishtrombones][rain
dogs] [frank's wild years]
[big time]
[night on earth] [bone
machine] [the black rider]
Closing
Time
I
Hope That I Don't Fall in Love with You
Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well the music plays and you display your heart
for me to see,
I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for
me
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the room is crowded, people everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer you a chair?
Well if you sit down with this old clown, take
that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone away, I think that
we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look at you, you light
a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never
met,
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome just like me,
and it being late,
You'd like some company,
Well I turn around to look at you, and you look
back at me,
The guy you're with has up and split, the chair
next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout.
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere
to be found,
I search the place for your lost face, guess
I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell in love with you.
Heart
of Saturday Night
The
Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change
on strangers...
Paws his inside peacoat pocket for a welcome twenty-five
cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House
eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from
her eyes.
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve
Special'...
Cryin' "Fill'er up and check that oil"
"You know it could be a distributor and it could
be a coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town crier’s cryin' there with nickels
in his hands.
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents,
Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents,
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn
straight,
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be
late.
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight
Coupe Devilles,
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night...
Nighthawks
at the Diner
Emotional
Weather Report
late night and early morning low clouds
with a chance of fog
chance of showers into the afternoon
with variable high cloudiness
and gusty winds, gusty winds
at times around the corner of
Sunset and Alvarado
things are tough all over
when the thunder storms start
increasing over the southeast
and south central portions
of my apartment, I get upset
and a line of thunderstorms was
developing in the early morning
ahead of a slow moving cold front
cold blooded
with tornado watches issued shortly
before noon Sunday, for the areas
including, the western region
of my mental health
and the northern portion of my
ability to deal rationally with my
disconcerted precarious emotional
situation, it's cold out there
colder than a ticket taker's smile
at the Ivar Theater, on a Saturday night
flash flood watches covered the
southern portion of my disposition
there was no severe weather well
into the afternoon, except for a lone gust of
wind in the bedroom
a high pressure zone, covering the eastern
portion of a small suburban community
with a 103 milibar high pressure zone
and a weak pressure ridge extending from
my eyes down to my cheeks cause since
you left me baby
and put the vice grips on my mental health
well the extended outlook for an
indefinite period of time until you
come back to me baby is high tonight
low tomorrow, and precipitation is
expected
Better
off Without a Wife
all my friends are married
every Tom and Dick and Harry
you must be strong
to go it alone
here's to the bachelors
and bowery bums
and those who feel that they're the ones
that are better off without a wife
I like to sleep
until the crack of noon
midnight howlin' at the moon
goin' out when I wanto, comin' home when I please
I don't have to ask permission
if I want to go out fishing
and I never have to ask for the keys
never been no Valentino
had a girl who lived in Reno
left me for a trumpet player
didn't get me down
he was wanted for assault
though he said it weren't his fault
well the coppers rode him right
out of town
(chorus)
selfish about my privacy
as long as I can be with me
we get along so well I can't believe
I love to chew the fat with folks
and listen to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends
I do receive
(chorus)
Small
Change
Tom
Traubert's Blues
Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow hey Frank can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go
waltzing Matilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll
go waltzing Matilda with me
now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cabs parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmills I staggered
you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go
waltzing Matilda with me
now I've lost my St. Christopher
now that I've kissed her and the
one armed bandit knows, and the
maverick Chinaman, and the cold blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go
waltzing Matilda with me
no I don't want you sympathy
the fugitives say the the streets aren't for
dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell
memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go
waltzing Matilda with me
and you can ask any sailor
and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about
a hundred
and she follows you wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go
waltzing Matilda with me
and it's a battered old suitcase
to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchmen flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too
Step
Right Up
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Pasties
& a G-string
smellin like a brewery
looking like a tramp
ain't got a quarter
got a postage stamp
and a five o'clock shadow boxing
all around the town
talking with the old men
sleeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin
al zootin al hoot
and Al Cohn
sharin this apartment
with a telephone pole
and it's a fish-net stockings
spike-heel shoes,
strip tease, prick tease
car kease blues
and the porno floor show
live nude girls
dreamy and creamy
and brunette curls
chesty Morgan, and a
Watermelon Rose
raise my rent and take off
all your clothes
with the trench coats
magazines bottle full of rum
she's so good, it make
a dead man cum, with
pasties and a g-string
beer and a shot
Portland threw a shot glass
and a Buffalo squeeze
wrinkles and cherry
and twinky and pinky
and Fefe live from Gay Paree
fanfares rim shots
backstage who cares
all this hot burlesque for me
(scat)
cleavage cleavage thighs and hips
from the nape of her neck
to the lip stick lips
chopped and channeled
and lowered and louvered
and a cheater slicks
and baby moons
she's a-hot and ready
creamy and sugared
and the band is awful and so are the tunes
(scat)
crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly
and I'm getting harder than
Chinese algebraziers and cheers
from the compendium here
hey sweetheart they're yellin for more
squashin out your cigarette butts
on the floor
and I like Shelly
you like Jane
and what was the girl with the snake skins name
it's an early-bird matinee
come back any day,
getcha little sompin
that cha can't get at home
getcha little sompin
thatcha can't get at home
pasties and a g-string
beer and a shot
Portland threw a shot glass
and a Buffalo squeeze
popcorn front row
higher than a kite
and I'll be back tomorrow night
and I'll be back tomorrow night
(scat)
The
One That Got Away
The jigalo's jumpin salty
ain't no trade out on the streets
half past the unlucky
and the hawk's a front row street
dressed in full orchestration
stage door johnny's got to pay
and send him home
talking bout the one that got away
could a been on easy street
could a been a wheel
with irons in the fire
and all them business deals
but the last of the big time losers
shouted before he drove away
I'll be back as soon as I crack
the one that got away
the ambulance drivers don't give a shit
they just want to get off work
and the short stops and the victim
have already gone bezerk
and the shroud tailor measures him
for a deep six holiday
the stiff is froze, the case is closed
on the one that got away
Jim Crows directing traffic
with them cemetary blues
with those peculiar looking trousers
and them old Italian shoes
the wooden kimono was all ready
to drop in San Fransico bay
but now he's mumbling something
all about the one that got away
Costello was the champion at the St. Moritz Hotel
and the best this side of Fairfax
reliable sources tell
but his reputation is at large
and he's a Ben Frank's every day
waiting for the one that got away
he's got a snake skin sportshirt
and he looks like Vincent Prince
with a little piece of chicken
and he's carving off a slice
but someone tipped her off
she'll be doing a Houdini now any day
she shook his hustle
the Greyhound Bus'll
take the one that got away
well I've lost my equilibrium
my car keys and my pride
tattoo parlor's warm
and so I huddle there inside
the grinding of the buzz saw
whachuwanthathingtosay
just don't misspell her name
buddy she's the one that got away
Foreign
Affairs
Blue
Valentine
Heartattack
and Vine
One
From the Heart
Swordfishtrombones
Raindogs
Jockey
Full of Bourbon
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon I can't stand up
(Chorus:)
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on a Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
(Chorus)
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
(Repeat first verse and chorus)
Frank's
Wild Years
Innocent
When You Dream
The bats are in the belfry
the dew is on the moor
where are the arms that held me
and pledged her love before
and pledged her love before
(Chorus:)
It's such a sad old feeling
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that I'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream
when you dream
Running through the graveyard
we laughed my friends and I
we swore we'd be together
until the day we died
until the day we died
(Repeat chorus)
I made a golden promise
that we would never part
I gave my love a locket
and then I broke her heart
and then I broke her heart
(Repeat chorus)
Big Time
Night
on Earth
Bone
Machine
The
Black Rider
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