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Danny's All-Star Joint
Lynda Carter
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Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
Vice is nice, it stays in the back all day
But when the nighttime comes, they go 'hey'
There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
I come struttin' around my luck in my shoop coupe
Cecil gives me coffee
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
And I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
You're actin' like I'm down-shiftin'"
They know 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 pick up his butcher knife
And he waves it at the jail
The cat 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)
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'll talk about your people in a wonderful way
He talks about your people till your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard, loves to walk the pub
She likes the pickles and the relish, she never gets enough
A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
With a Carte Blanche sandwich, oh, the lettuce is thick
It's not because she's dirty, it's not because she's clean
It's not because she kiss the boys behind the magazine
Hey boys, how 'bout a fight?
'Cause here comes Lynda with the girdle on tight
And if she don't know your name, she knows what you got
From your matzah balls to the chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken
Dow-ow-ownstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
And a finger-snappin' deluxe makes your bebop bap
And your R&B go hep-scat
You can't change the rules until you know how to play the game
If you just wanna have a little fun
Come on and mention my name
Keep your feet in the street
Your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket
That's where it belongs
Come on Cecil, take a dollar
Come on Cecil, take a tip
Hey, do yourself a favor, if she offers it, take it
Honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
Dow-ow-ownstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt