Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission) - Tom Waits, Chuck E. Weiss

    Well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip
    cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
    as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
    just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
    and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
    and the parking lots growled
    and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
    and a receipt from a late night motel
    and the hawk had his whole family out
    there in the wind, and he's got a message
    for you to beware cause he be kickin' your
    ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
    dishin' out more than a good man can bear
    I got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a
    ghost of a chance with this old romance
    just an apartment for rent down the block
    Ivar Theater with live burlesque
    and the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk
    boom boom against the curtain
    you're still hurtin'
    and then push came to shove, shove came to biff
    girls like that just lay you out stiff
    maybe I'll go to Cleveland or
    get me a tattoo or somethin', my brother
    in law's there
    skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
    was that a Malibu
    Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
    cumming on to the broads with the
    same ol' riff. Hey baby come up to
    my place, we'll listen to some
    smooth music on the stereo, no thank you
    got any Stan Getz records
    no I got Smothers Brothers
    so I combed back my Detroit
    jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
    jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs
    on a moving violation
    hey baby, you put me on hold and I'm
    out in the wind and it's getting
    mighty cold...
    colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
    with 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap
    up a hill in the dead of winter
    in the middle of a snowstorm
    with a mouth full of porcupine quills

    (scat)

    yea well I don't need you baby
    It's a well known fact
    I'm 4 sheets to the wind
    I'm glad you're gone
    I'm glad you're gone
    I'm finally alone
    glad you're gone, but I
    wish you'd come home
    and I struggled out of bed
    cause the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhip
    cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
    as it shook out the streets the stew bums
    showed up just like bounced checks
    rubbin' their necks, and the sky turned the
    color of Pepto-Bismol
    and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
    and the hawk had his whole family out there
    in the wind, he got a message for you to beware
    kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
    he be dishin' out more than a good man can bear
    well hey baby let's take it to Bakersfield
    get a little apartment somewhere
     

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