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Lyrics for 'Dannys All Star Joint' by 'Rickie Lee Jones'
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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