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How come he don't come and P.I.P. with me
Down at the meter no more? And how come he turn(ed) off the t.v. And hang(ed) that sign on the door? Well we call and we call "How come?" we say Hey what could make a boy behave this-a way, yeah? And he learn(ed) all of the lines, now, and every time He gonna s-stutter when he talks And it's true! It's true! He sure has acquired this kinda cool and inspired sorta jazz when he walk(s) Where's his jacket and his old blue jeans, If this ain't healthy it is some kinda clean That means Chuck E's in love I don't believe what you're saying to me This is something I got to see. Is he here? I look in the poolhall. Is he here? I look in the drugstore. Is he here? No, he don't come here no more Well I'll tell you what, I saw him He was sittin' behind us down at the Pantages And whatever is that he's got up his sleeve I hope it isn't contagious What's her name? Is that her there? Oh Christ, I think he's even combed his hair! And is that her? Well then what's her name? Oh, it's never gonna be same. That's not her I know what's wrong 'Cause Chuck E's in love with the little girl singing this song Don't you know Chuck E's in love, Chuck E's in love Chuck E's in love, Chuck E's in love ... Chuck E's in love with me |
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| 2. |
| 2:35 |
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The most as you'll ever go
Is back where you used to know If grown-ups could laugh this slow Where as you watch the hour snow Years may go by So hold on to your special friend Here, you'll need something to keep her in "Now you stay inside this foolish grin ... " Though any day your secrets end Then again Years may go by You saved your own special friend 'Cuz here you need something to hide her in And you stay inside that foolish grin When everyday now secrets end Oh and then again Years may go by |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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Here I'm going
Wlakin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha, 'Cuz I'm right here witcha On the night train Swing low, Saint Cadillac Tearin' down the alley And I'm reachin' so high for ya Don't let 'em take me back Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain That cry and quiver When a blue horizon is sleeping in the station With a ticket for a train Surely mine will deliver me there Here she comes ... I'm safe here with you On the night train Oh mamma, mamma, Concrete is wheeling by Down at the end of a lullaby On the night train |
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| 4. |
| 4:08 |
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Take a walk around midnight in the city
Young Blood is hiding there somewhere If you're looking for something to do There's always something happening there Like I & Bragger, we borrowed a coupe to day Here come Pepe and she's got a friend with a chevrolet But she ain't running She's walking a little slow And she ain't crying-- she's just singing a little low They say this city will make you dirty But you look alright You feel real pretty when he's holding you tight City will make you mean But that's just make-up on your face Love will wash you clean in the night's disgrace Find a block where your people can find you Keep a third eye watching behind you You never know when you're making a memory They will wish they were here together again, someday Kids looking for something to get into-- Take a look Two for the movie show Three for the back row Hold on tight! Remember, you might have looked like cool twelve But your fuse just felt like dynamite Take a walk around midnight in the city Young Blood will find you there, somewhere And if you're looking for something to do There's always something happening there |
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| 5. |
| 3:18 |
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There was a Joe
Leanin' on the back door A couple Jills with their eyes on a couple bills Their eyes was statin' They was waitin' To get their hands on some easy money They flipped a dime One said " well, I'll take heads this time" One stepped up One stepped back One loosened her shoulder strap She couldn't speak, Her knees got weak She could almost taste that easy money There was this old black cat Sittin' in a old black cadillac The Joe smelled sweet She curled up at her boyfriend's feet She said "I got a plan Listen, Sam, how'd ya like to make some easy money ? " He say, "yes! oh yes! Jus' tell me what you want me to do " She said, "Baby, you can trust me Baby, but you must be hidin' in my room At a quarter to two" Well, the cat told the boy "Come up to the room and play with my toy" But the Jill set the bait And she wasn't gonna sit around and wait But this guy was wise to all the lies And he flies out the door With the easy money Because there ain't no man Who got the money in his hand Who got any of that bread Bein' slow in the head The easier it looks The hotter it hooks There ain't no such thing as easy money We say, "yes! oh yes!" Saturday night There was a terrible, terrible fight Between two dames who was losin' the same game It wasn't clear, But I hear somebody was lookin' for some easy money |
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| 4:08 |
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A long stretch of headlights
Bends into I-9 Tiptoe into truck stops And sleepy diesel eyes Volcanoes rumble in the taxi And glow in the dark Camels in the driver's seat A slow, easy mark But you ran out of gas Down the road a piece Then the battery went dead And now the cable won't reach... It's your last chance To check under the hood Last chance She ain't soundin' too good, Your last chance To trust the man with the star You've found the last chance Texaco Well, he tried to be Standard He tries to be Mobil He tried living in a world And in a shell There was this block-busted blonde He loved her - free parts and labor But she broke down and died And threw all the rods he gave her But this one ain't fuel-injected Her plug's disconnected She gets scared and she stalls She just needs a man, that's all It's her last chance Her timing's all wrong Her last chance She can't idle this long Her last chance Turn her over and go Pullin' out of the last chance texaco The last chance |
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| 4:07 |
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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 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 |
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| 3:53 |
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I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville Well you stick it here; you stick it over there; but it never fits And now a hungry night you want more and more and you chip in your little kiss. Well, I jumped all his jokers, but he trumped all my tricks And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to stick it into Coolsville.....yeah stick it into Coolsville... So now it's J and B, and me, and that sounds close, but it ain't the same (well, that's okay) Hot City don't hurt that much but everything feels the same Well the real thing come and the real thing go... Well the real thing is back in town... Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville.... (Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville... Well come on honey, take you back...to Coolsville) |
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| 9. |
| 6:04 |
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Sal was working at Nyro's nook in downtown
Selling articles of congress to these people downtown He was pretty sleezy when I met him A weasel in a poor boy's wool Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New Jersey Buys his meat from a whore next door Wants it rare but he gets it well A weasel on a short order floor So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad Sal, say good-bye to the barrio Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals Angela, Perry and Mario Kid Sinister with the Bus Stop Blues A quarter could take you home A dime could make a dream come true But a weasel ain't got a dime for the phone ( Does a weasel got a dime for the phone ? ) So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad Sal, say good-bye to the barrio Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals Angela, Perry and Mario You dancin' in the welfare lines, Sal Actin' like some jerk-off fool When we could lay out eatin' peaches on the beaches A weasel in a white boy's cool But we're all in a white boy's school ( Just like a weasel ) |
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| 4:55 |
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I'll remember you too clearly
But I'll survive another day Conversations to share When there's no one there I'll imagine what you'd say I'll see you in another life now, baby I'll free you in my dreams But when I reach across the galaxy I will miss your company Company I'll be looking for company Look and listen Through the years Someday you may hear me Still crying for company So now you're going off to live your life You say we'll meet each other now and then But we'll never be the same And I know I'll never have this chance again No, not like you So, I'll see you in another life now baby, I'll free you in my dreams But when I reach across the galaxy I will miss your company Company I'll be looking for company Look and listen Through the years Someday you may hear me Still crying for company |
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| 2:14 |
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All the gang has gone home
Standing on the corner All alone You and me, streetlight We'll paint the town - grey Oh, we are so many lamps Who have lost our way Say goodnight, America The word still loves a dreamer And all the gang has gone home And I'm standind on the corner All alone |
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