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


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