Tom Waits - Pasties And A G-String (At The Two O'Clock Club) Lyrics
Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stampBeen five o'clock 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,She's 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 hipsFrom the nape of her neck to the lipstick lipsChopped and channeled and lowered and lewdAnd the cheater slicks and baby moonsShe's 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 I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieresAnd cheers from the (hmm) compendium here"Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for moreYou're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floorAnd I like Shelly, and you like JaneAnd what was the girl with the snakeskin's name?And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day,Get you a little something that you can't get at homeGet you a little something that you can't get at homeIt's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shotPortland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeezePopcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night,And I'll be back tomorrow night[scat]
