Chilli Bean's Final Carouse
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A-one, two
Three, four...
It was a night in November
When Roach finally surfaced
Just like a World War II
U-Boat Submarine
At a 24-hour
Mexican diner
Talkin' to a cat
They call Chilli Bean
Well, they got a reputation
For lots of talk and no action
Drinking tequila
And just flapping their jowls
Well, they come over all quiet
So I think tonight they just might do it
They're getting ready
For the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
They got a plan that don't work
And an alibi that don't stick
They got a motive
Clear as a sunshiny day
But Bean, he don't care
'Cause this is better than dying
And beats the hell out of just
Wasting away
So while Uncle and Rudy
Trade hillbilly trivia
With a cowgirl
In a red chiffon blouse
Well, Roach and Chilli Bean
Well, they're trading last instructions
Getting ready
For the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
So we'll have one last drink
We'll have one last toast
To all men who are good
And civilized
We'll have one last drink
Before we leave you all
To go and kick this world
Square between the eyes
Yeah, and Bean is looking
Like a stone poker face
That's peeking up from
Behind a full house
Just wait 'til they see
When he throws down his cards
And he bets it all
At the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
And when the employment counselor
Asked little Chilli Bean
Just exactly what it is
He wanted to do
He just shrugged his shoulders
Looked down at his hands
And he couldn't bring himself
To tell her the truth:
That he wants to kick a hole
Right through the middle of Main Street
Wants to slaughter
All them sacred cash cows
He wants to feel this whole town
Tremble like a wet, frightened puppy
In the wake
Of the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
Guitar...
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
On all the corners here
But even the cheapest thrills are
Getting too expensive for me
So clear across town
To where the Big Shots live
You're gonna hear about the last
Alternative
And the night that'll make a legend
Out of a man they call Chilli Bean...
And Bean is looking
Like a stone poker face
That's peeking up from
Behind a full house
Just wait 'til they see
When he throws down his cards
And he bets it all
At the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
Well, I can see Bogart
Spitting lead from a pistol
Holed up on a cottage
On the coast of Key Largo
And I can see Cagney
Bending in the White Heat
Of a gas flare
Inferno
And tonight Chilli Bean
Will be his own Little Caesar
No more bended knees
Or bashful bows
He'll have a big slice of pie
That comes straight from Hell's Kitchen
And take it along
For the final carouse
Bee-dah ba-dee bah bee
Ba-dah ba-dee ba-dee dee
Bee-dah ba-dee bah-dop bee bop
Bah-dee bop bee
Bee-dop-bop
Bebop mm-bee mm-bop-mm
Beep-mm bop-mm
Mm-bee