Rupert Holmes - Brass Knuckles lyrics
[Rupert Holmes - Brass Knuckles lyrics]
Workin' out a homicide
They told me Joe Vinelli died
We'd been a team for seven years
His widow wouldn't waste her tears
Who'd done it, no one seemed to care
'Cause crooked cops foul up the air
But since I worked so long with Joe
I felt I had the right to know
I found a club in Malibu
He'd gone when he felt black and blue
For twenty bucks in petty cash
The hat-check girl spilled out some trash
And in her tale, I heard a name
That rang a gong to save the game
A congressman named Thorley Doakes
Who had a place in Sherman Oaks
Step softly, gumshoe, you're outta your class
You're treading mighty barefoot and there's
Glass in the grass
Brass knuckles won't help you when
Your hands ain't clean rubber hoses
Broken noses are a trenchcoat scene
And you ain't dressed for this affair
You're breathing rarefied air
Up through the luscious state, I wheeled
A servant made me show my shield
The congressman conversed with me
He flashed his smile convincingly
He said he'd not a thing to hide
Which told me right away he lied
'Cause how could he afford the rent
Unless he's somewhat overspent?
Then down the stairs came Mrs doakes
The kind that takes off ermine cloaks
She'd left her furs upon her bed
And slipped on angel lace instead
Her husband left to get a drink
Her eyes sped up the way I think
I figured Doakes had murdered Joe
When blackmailed for his needing dough
Brass knuckles, copper, you've fallen in love
You're near the rim of hell
But you see heaven above
Brass knuckles won't fail you
But the light touch will pistol holder
Chip on shoulder with your guts set to spill
You think that justice owes you thanks
You brain is loaded with blanks
The angel fell heavenly
She sank her body into me
My double-breasted suit fit fine
Her form aligned it'self with mine
I warned her I'd an agile brain
I spelled the truth out clean and plain
I'd have to take her husband in that night
I hoped he'd come without a fight
That's when the angel stole my gun
And said, "I hate to spoil your fun"
Then laughing, she explained to me
The murderer was none but she
A love affair with Joe had tired
And six shots into him, she'd fired
The congressman, a jerk like me
Had covered up to keep her free
So goodbye, shamus, I'll aim for the chest
The bullet oughta enter near the
Top of your vest
You lost your heart already
So you won't feel the pain brass knuckles
Brass knuckles and a brass headed brain
Take a breath, prepare to crash
You'll see a bright, blinding flash
They told me Joe Vinelli died
We'd been a team for seven years
His widow wouldn't waste her tears
Who'd done it, no one seemed to care
'Cause crooked cops foul up the air
But since I worked so long with Joe
I felt I had the right to know
I found a club in Malibu
He'd gone when he felt black and blue
For twenty bucks in petty cash
The hat-check girl spilled out some trash
And in her tale, I heard a name
That rang a gong to save the game
A congressman named Thorley Doakes
Who had a place in Sherman Oaks
Step softly, gumshoe, you're outta your class
You're treading mighty barefoot and there's
Glass in the grass
Brass knuckles won't help you when
Your hands ain't clean rubber hoses
Broken noses are a trenchcoat scene
And you ain't dressed for this affair
You're breathing rarefied air
Up through the luscious state, I wheeled
A servant made me show my shield
The congressman conversed with me
He flashed his smile convincingly
He said he'd not a thing to hide
Which told me right away he lied
'Cause how could he afford the rent
Unless he's somewhat overspent?
Then down the stairs came Mrs doakes
The kind that takes off ermine cloaks
She'd left her furs upon her bed
And slipped on angel lace instead
Her husband left to get a drink
Her eyes sped up the way I think
I figured Doakes had murdered Joe
When blackmailed for his needing dough
Brass knuckles, copper, you've fallen in love
You're near the rim of hell
But you see heaven above
Brass knuckles won't fail you
But the light touch will pistol holder
Chip on shoulder with your guts set to spill
You think that justice owes you thanks
You brain is loaded with blanks
The angel fell heavenly
She sank her body into me
My double-breasted suit fit fine
Her form aligned it'self with mine
I warned her I'd an agile brain
I spelled the truth out clean and plain
I'd have to take her husband in that night
I hoped he'd come without a fight
That's when the angel stole my gun
And said, "I hate to spoil your fun"
Then laughing, she explained to me
The murderer was none but she
A love affair with Joe had tired
And six shots into him, she'd fired
The congressman, a jerk like me
Had covered up to keep her free
So goodbye, shamus, I'll aim for the chest
The bullet oughta enter near the
Top of your vest
You lost your heart already
So you won't feel the pain brass knuckles
Brass knuckles and a brass headed brain
Take a breath, prepare to crash
You'll see a bright, blinding flash