Tom Waits - Pasties & A G-String (At The Two O'Clock Pub) Lyrics
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,I aint got a quarter, got a postage stampBeen five oclock shadow boxing all around the town,Talking with the old man, sleeping on the groundBazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and al cohnSharing this apartment with a telephone poleAnd a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes,Strip tease, prick tease, car keys bluesAnd the porno floor show, live ***** girls,Dreamy and creamy and brunette curlsChesty morgan and watermelon roseRaise my rent and take off all your clothesWith trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum,Shes so good, make a dead man comePasties and a g-string, beer and a shotPortland through a shot glass and a buffalo squeezeWrinkles and cherry and twinkie and pinkie and fifi live from gay pareeFanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me(scat)Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips]from the nape of her neck to the lipstick lipsChopped and channeled and lowered and lewdAnd the cheater slicks and baby moonsShes a-hot and ready, creamy and sugaredAnd the band is awful and so are the tunes(scat)Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly,And Im getting harder than chinese algebrassieresAnd cheers from the (hmm) compendium herehey sweetheart theyre yelling for moreYoure squashing out your cigarette butts on the floorAnd I like shelly, and you like janeAnd what was the girl with the snakeskins name?And its an early-bird matinee, come back any day,Get you a little something that you cant get at homeGet you a little something that you cant get at homeIts pasties and a g-string, beer and a shotPortland through a shot glass and a buffalo squeezePopcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and Ill be back tomorrow night,And Ill be back tomorrow night(scat)