Medley: Jack & Neal/California, Here I Come - Tom Waits
    (California, Here I Come by Joseph Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva)

    Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
    neal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stitches
    braggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
    and when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed a
    truck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californy
    see a red head in a uniform will always get you horny
    with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
    she drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
    and jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellin
    out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincoln
    full of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
    prit near almost ran off the road

     well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
    then she lit the map on fire neal just had to guess
    should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station open
    the nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
    jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow line
    the gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
    felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
    and the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills
    in the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
    the mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gas
    just then florence nightingale dropped her drawers and
    stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a
    wilson pickett tune
    and shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

     countin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the car
    neal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin star
    florence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewin
    his cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
    with charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the world
    and a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girl
    and neal was singin to the nurse
    underneath a harlem moon
    and somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon


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