Letra de Danny's All Star Joint - Rickie Lee Jones
Letra de canci�n de Danny's All Star Joint de Rickie Lee Jones lyrics
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
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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
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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/danny-s-all-star-joint-rickie-lee-jones.php
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
