1.Big Boss Lee
This town shuts down too damn soon
(we don't like it, we don't like it)
No dancin' room and no saloon
(we don't like it, we don't like it)
Got the itch, gotta scratch
Man there's just one catch
2 a.m. ain't good enough for me
If you want to know the score
When you're steppin' out the door
Grab the cash, forget the old id
Just hang with me and you'll be singin'
Whoa, everybody knows
If you're thirsty after three
Got to talk to mister lee
Now lee's a big ole' cat
With a big ole' baseball bat
All he wants is plenty dough-re-mi
Now the kids they wanna ball
And they hate to hear last call
Time to go and check on mr. lee
And we'll find a place where we can sing out
Whoa, everybody knows
Well if you're thirsty after three
Got to talk to big boss lee
2.Deadly Nightcall
3.Everyone Knows You're Crazy
The heat is back on baby
The hammers come down on your pretty lil' head
And that suits you fine baby
If jiving were cement, you'd be highway 5
Everyone knows you're crazy
And they're probably right
Everyone knows you're crazy
Now it's out in the light
Everyone knows you're crazy
Everyone knows you're crazy, now
Your love is all wrong baby
Take what i give and steal what you ain't got
Suits me fine baby
'cause this doc can operate all by himself
You're back on your heels baby
So far back your hemline's touching dirt
And you'll never know baby
You're employed by denial and paid in a half-truth
4.Friday The 13th
It was a fine left coast morning
And i found myself planted outside
The cap 'n' cork
Tipping back the hops
In order to calm my dancing hands
You see i usually don't play
The tied-up watchdog routine
Looking up and down the street
But this is the corner
Joey a., my car and i
Were supposed to meet
You see joey the amateur and i
Were out clinkin' glasses last night
When i got three sheets to an ill wind
Myself being in possession
Of a fine double 5 lincoln convert
Joey offered to skip me back to the crib
I awoke to a barren driveway
And a neighbor started to chide
'joey dumped you off,
And he's got your ride!'
Black cats, they don't bother me
I smile in bad company
And i'm cool as the day is long
But takin' my car, daddy
That's dead wrong
It was now 11：22
And up scuffles benny the shoe
A real hot air merchant from way back
I inquired about joey a.
And my superfine lincoln
Then mr. b.s. beat his gums
And testified to me,
'joe's washing the short,
Changing da oil
He'll be here by three.'
So the little hand hits three
And who should appear
But a cuban cat named geronimo
An upstanding cat
In the textile business
He said, 'joey knocked over a racketman
And is laying low for a few,
But in your trunk he left you some treasure
A pint of rye and a case of slim jim's
For your masticating pleasure
Now ten p.m. finds me
Hot as a hophead's zippo
When rosie appears
On her financially motivated
Nightly exercise routine
I asked the whereabouts
Of the horsepower thief in question
And she shot me that amphetamine stare
And said, 'joey a.？
I just got out of his lincoln
On hollywood way.'
I thought
'kill joey a.!' when the bar keep came out
To simmer my slow boil
He said, 'joey a. just called on the blower,
He said you better skip town,
'cause the cops got your ride.
You're wanted for solicitation,
Possession -- you owe him one,
And here's the scather.' he said,
'and another thing cat,
Don't ask me for
Goddamn favors!'
5.Morning Light
Morning light shine in my window
Morning light tell me to leave you
Morning light and i wonder just
How can i wander alone in this world without you
All day i work with pick in hand
Until the sun go down,
All day i think of you, my girl,
And my poor heart spins 'round
Sun go up, the moon come down
The whole world spinnin' 'round
Before that stops and heaven drops
My love still keeps us bound
Rooster crows at break of day
And when the sun go down
Were i that rooster lovin' you
I'd make a sweeter sound
6.Port-au-prince(Travels With Bettie Page)
Small town beauty baby
Would-be movie queen
In '47, it seemed like heaven
Time to take it overseas
She beat it to the island
Of rum, romance and dreams
But papa doc's old choppin' block
Soon was gonna change the scene
Peering through the midnight vines
The pointed knives and the painted faces smile
Demon rum and beating drums
Untie the beast that's been there all her life
And all the while...
Winding through the curves in a big convertible
Trying to hide her eyes from the haitian sun
But he left you cold in a blue eyed trance, girl
You better run now 'cause you gonna get no second chance
In port-au-prince
Crooked jet set livin'
With gold-toothed diplomats
Umbrella drinks, the whole thing stinks
Flipped a switch and that was that
Hey dark-hair yankee lady
Please to suivez-moi
I look into that big cat's eyes and
I know what you come here for
Peering through the midnight vines...
Too bad little bettie
But know it's time to leave
Your yankee clout has just run out
They're gunnin' in the street
Crowded prop plane hummin'
Bound for nyc
The voodoo rite she saw that night
Baby how it set you free
7.Salt Peanuts
Instrumental
8.Stormy Weather
I don't know why there's no sun up in that sky
Stormy weather since me and my gal ain't together,
Keeps rainin' all the time
Life is bare, gloom and misery's everywhere
Stormy weather, can't get my poor self together
Keeps rainin' all the time
Well now, since you went away the blues walked in and met me
If you don't come back to stay
That rocking chair may get me
And i'll pray the lord above will let me
Walk in the sun once more
9.The Contender
The lights are spinnin'
I gotta get myself up off the floor
My head is ringin'
Bet they think i can't take too much more
The crowd is howlin'
Like the ocean's pounding roar
My legs are goin' out
Someone up there don't like me
Now my right and my left will decide
'cause they're done with this bum takin' dives
Now my eyes may be swollen with right hooks and tears
But i see salvation tonight
In a left and a right
Called me a kid, champ or lefty
A bowery kid to the core
Fast cars and hipster movie stars
I ain't got none of that anymore
Now i'm down in the seventh
In the eighth my ribs are sore
In the ninth i'm staggerin'
Someone up there don't like me
It's a one-way ticket
Smart money's showin' me the door
Backed on the ropes now
Someone up there don't like me anymore
When the crowd goes silent
One thing that i know for sure
Knock me down one time
I'll be comin' back for more
10.Walkin'like Brando
Day breaks
Slate drops
Check your hardest stare
Hands in pockets, shoulders up
Walkin' like brando into the sun
First drag
On the blacktop
Eyes shift side to side
Wanna play chicken, i know that song
Walkin' like brando, fear is all gone
A callous heart never bleeds, oh no
And a hardened stare never needs, oh no
Watch closely now, and take your cue
From the black and white parade
They never showed their hand
And they never lay down
Long legs, lipstick
Adversary stance
Choose your weapon, i'll choose mine
Talkin' like brando, usin' a line
So far, so good
So and so, so what
Playin' straight man, drinkin' bore
Walkin' like brando settles the score
Look here, and look there
But don't you look through me
Left myself in the final showdown
Hard to be tough when there's no one around
11.Work Baby Work
I know someday i'll discover
One who will be my true lover
I'll tell her right from the start
If you want my heart
You know what you got to do
You got to work, work, work baby
You got to work, work, work baby
If i'm a hard lovin' daddy
You can be tall, short or fatty
You can be any ol' size
As long as you're wise
And you know what you gotta do
If i maintain my employment
You should supply the enjoyment
Long as i stay on the job
Your heart ought to throb
You know what you gotta do
If you want in on my money
Tell me i'm fine, call me 'honey'
I'll give you shoes for your feet
And something to eat
But you know what you got to do
When i sit down on your sofa
You better be no loafer
I'll tell you now
There's no doubt -- you're lazy, you're out
And you know what you got to do
12.Zip Gun Bop(Reloaded)
This town shuts down too damn soon
(we don't like it, we don't like it)
No dancin' room and no saloon
(we don't like it, we don't like it)
Got the itch, gotta scratch
Man there's just one catch
2 a.m. ain't good enough for me
If you want to know the score
When you're steppin' out the door
Grab the cash, forget the old id
Just hang with me and you'll be singin'
Whoa, everybody knows
If you're thirsty after three
Got to talk to mister lee
Now lee's a big ole' cat
With a big ole' baseball bat
All he wants is plenty dough-re-mi
Now the kids they wanna ball
And they hate to hear last call
Time to go and check on mr. lee
And we'll find a place where we can sing out
Whoa, everybody knows
Well if you're thirsty after three
Got to talk to big boss lee
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