Tom Waits - Pasties And A G-String Lyrics
Smelling like a brewery,Looking like a trampI ain't got a quarterGot a postage stampBeen five o'clock shadow boxingAll around the townTalking with the old menSleeping on the groundBazanti bootinAl zootin al hootAnd Al CohnSharin this apartmentWith a telephone poleAnd it's a fish-net stockingsSpike-heel shoesStrip tease, prick teaseCar kease bluesAnd the porno floor showLive ***** girlsDreamy and creamyAnd the brunette curlsChesty Morgan and aWatermelon RoseRaise my rent and take offAll your clothesWith the trench coatsMagazines bottle full of rumShe's so good, it makeA dead man cum, withPasties and a g-stringBeer and a shotPortland through a shot glassAnd a Buffalo squeezeWrinkles and cherryAnd twinky and pinkyAnd FeFe live from Gay PareeFanfares rim shotsBack stage who caresAll this hot burlesque for meCleavage, cleavage thighs and hipsFrom the nape of her neckTo the lip stick lipsChopped and channeledAnd lowered and louveredAnd a cheater slicksAnd baby moonsShe's hot and readyAnd creamy and sugaredAnd the band is awfulAnd so are the tunesCrawlin on her belly shakin like jellyAnd I'm getting harder thanChinese algebraziers and cheersFrom the compendium hereHey sweet heart they're yellin for moreSquashing out your cigarette buttsOn the floorAnd I like ShellyYou like JaneWhat was the girl with the snake skins nameIt's an early bird matineeCome back any dayGetcha little sompinThat cha can't get at homeGetcha little sompinThat cha can't get at homePasties and a g-stringBeer and a shotPortland through a shot glassAnd a Buffalo squeezePopcorn, front rowHigher than a kiteAnd I'll be back tomorrow nightAnd I'll be back tomorrow night
