Danny's All-star Joint

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