Charles Bukowski - A 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar whore lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - A 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar whore lyrics]
Don’t ever get the idea I am
A poet you can see me
At the racetrack any day half drunk
Betting quarters, sidewheelers and
Straight thoroughs, But let me tell you
There are some women there
Who go where the money goes
And sometimes when you look at these whores
These onehundreddollar whores
You wonder sometimes if nature
Isn’t playing a joke
Dealing out so much breast and
Ass and the way it’s all hung together
You look and you look and
You look and you can’t believe
It there are ordinary women
And then there is something else
That wants to make you
Tear up paintings and break
Albums of Beethoven
Across the back of the john anyhow
The season was dragging and the big
Boys were getting busted
All the non-pros, the
Producers, the cameraman
The pushers of Mary, the fur salesman
The owners themselves, and Saint Louie was
Running this day:
A sidewheeler that broke when he got in close
He ran with his head down
And was mean and ugly
And 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him
The driver broke him wide
Took him out by the fence where he’d be alone
Even if he had to travel four times as far
And that’s the way he went it
All the way by the outer fence
Traveling two miles in one
And he won like he was mad as hell
And he wasn’t even tired
And the biggest blonde of all
All ass and breast, hardly anything else
Went to the payoff window with me
That night I couldn’t destroy her
Although the springs shot sparks
And they pounded on the walls
Later she sat there in her slip
Drinking Old Grandad and she said
What’s a guy like you doing
Living in a dump like this? And I said
I’m a poet
And she threw back her
Beautiful head and laughed
You? you a poet?
I guess you’re right, I said
I guess you’re right
But still she looked good to
Me, she still looked good
And all thanks to an ugly horse
Who wrote this poem
A poet you can see me
At the racetrack any day half drunk
Betting quarters, sidewheelers and
Straight thoroughs, But let me tell you
There are some women there
Who go where the money goes
And sometimes when you look at these whores
These onehundreddollar whores
You wonder sometimes if nature
Isn’t playing a joke
Dealing out so much breast and
Ass and the way it’s all hung together
You look and you look and
You look and you can’t believe
It there are ordinary women
And then there is something else
That wants to make you
Tear up paintings and break
Albums of Beethoven
Across the back of the john anyhow
The season was dragging and the big
Boys were getting busted
All the non-pros, the
Producers, the cameraman
The pushers of Mary, the fur salesman
The owners themselves, and Saint Louie was
Running this day:
A sidewheeler that broke when he got in close
He ran with his head down
And was mean and ugly
And 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him
The driver broke him wide
Took him out by the fence where he’d be alone
Even if he had to travel four times as far
And that’s the way he went it
All the way by the outer fence
Traveling two miles in one
And he won like he was mad as hell
And he wasn’t even tired
And the biggest blonde of all
All ass and breast, hardly anything else
Went to the payoff window with me
That night I couldn’t destroy her
Although the springs shot sparks
And they pounded on the walls
Later she sat there in her slip
Drinking Old Grandad and she said
What’s a guy like you doing
Living in a dump like this? And I said
I’m a poet
And she threw back her
Beautiful head and laughed
You? you a poet?
I guess you’re right, I said
I guess you’re right
But still she looked good to
Me, she still looked good
And all thanks to an ugly horse
Who wrote this poem