Rickie Lee Jones - Danny's All-Star Joint lyrics
[Rickie Lee Jones - Danny's All-Star Joint lyrics]
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They've got a jukebox that goes doyt doyt
The vice is nice
It stays 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 dollar in my pocket!
Whatchoo doin'?"
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten
Well 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 and he
Waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe
I just want some OJ"
I said, "Don't look at me"
(Cause he was lookin' my way)
Well, Cecil winks upon him some
Juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts
A quarter in the pinball machine
And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
Come on Cecil, gimme five
I'm in a halfway 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
Till your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard
She loves to walk the pup
She likes the pickles and the relish
She never gets enough
A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
Or a Carte Blanche sandwich, oh
Lettuce get thick
It's not because I'm dirty
It's not because I'm clean
It's not because I kiss the
Boys behind the magazines
Hey boys, how 'bout a fight?
'Cause here comes Rickie with
The girdle on tight
And if she don't know your name
She knows what you got from your matzo balls
To the chicken-in-the-pot chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot chicken
Downstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt doyt
A finger-snappin' deluxe to make
Your bebop bap and your R&B go hep-scat
You can't break the rules until you
Know how to play the game
But, if you just wanna have a little fun
You can mention my name
Keep your feet in the street
Your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket, mister
Where it belongs
Come on Cecil, take a dollar
Ah, come on Cecil, take a tip
Hey, do yourself a favour, if she offers it
Take it but, honey
Don't give it away if he don't appreciate it
They've got a jukebox that goes doyt doyt
The vice is nice
It stays 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 dollar in my pocket!
Whatchoo doin'?"
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten
Well 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 and he
Waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe
I just want some OJ"
I said, "Don't look at me"
(Cause he was lookin' my way)
Well, Cecil winks upon him some
Juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts
A quarter in the pinball machine
And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
Come on Cecil, gimme five
I'm in a halfway 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
Till your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard
She loves to walk the pup
She likes the pickles and the relish
She never gets enough
A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
Or a Carte Blanche sandwich, oh
Lettuce get thick
It's not because I'm dirty
It's not because I'm clean
It's not because I kiss the
Boys behind the magazines
Hey boys, how 'bout a fight?
'Cause here comes Rickie with
The girdle on tight
And if she don't know your name
She knows what you got from your matzo balls
To the chicken-in-the-pot chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot chicken
Downstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt doyt
A finger-snappin' deluxe to make
Your bebop bap and your R&B go hep-scat
You can't break the rules until you
Know how to play the game
But, if you just wanna have a little fun
You can mention my name
Keep your feet in the street
Your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket, mister
Where it belongs
Come on Cecil, take a dollar
Ah, come on Cecil, take a tip
Hey, do yourself a favour, if she offers it
Take it but, honey
Don't give it away if he don't appreciate it