Royal Crown Revue - Friday The 13th Lyrics
It was a fine left coast morningAnd I found myself planted outsideThe cap n corkTipping back the hopsIn order to calm my dancing handsYou see I usually dont playThe tied-up watchdog routineLooking up and down the streetBut this is the cornerJoey a., my car and iWere supposed to meetYou see joey the amateur and iWere out clinkin glasses last nightWhen I got three sheets to an ill windMyself being in possessionOf a fine double 5 lincoln convertJoey offered to skip me back to the cribI awoke to a barren drivewayAnd a neighbor started to chideJoey dumped you off,And hes got your ride!Black cats, they dont bother meI smile in bad companyAnd Im cool as the day is longBut takin my car, daddyThats dead wrongIt was now 11:22And up scuffles benny the shoeA real hot air merchant from way backI inquired about joey a.And my superfine lincolnThen mr. b.s. beat his gumsAnd testified to me,Joes washing the short,Changing da oilHell be here by three.So the little hand hits threeAnd who should appearBut a cuban cat named geronimoAn upstanding catIn the textile businessHe said, joey knocked over a racketmanAnd is laying low for a few,But in your trunk he left you some treasureA pint of rye and a case of slim jimsFor your masticating pleasureNow ten p.m. finds meHot as a hopheads zippoWhen rosie appearsOn her financially motivatedNightly exercise routineI asked the whereaboutsOf the horsepower thief in questionAnd she shot me that amphetamine stareAnd said, joey a.?I just got out of his lincolnOn hollywood way.I thoughtKill joey a.! when the bar keep came outTo simmer my slow boilHe said, joey a. just called on the blower,He said you better skip town,cause the cops got your ride.Youre wanted for solicitation,Possession -- you owe him one,And heres the scather. he said,And another thing cat,Dont ask me forGoddamn favors!
