Pasties and a G-String

Pasties and a G-String - Tom Waits

Smelling like a brewery,

looking like a tramp

I ain't got a quarter

got a postage stamp

Been five o'clock shadow boxing

all around the town

Talking with the old men

sleeping on the ground

Bazanti bootin

al zootin al hoot

and Al Cohn

sharin this apartment

with a telephone pole

and it's a fish-net stockings

spike-heel shoes

Strip tease, prick tease

car kease blues

and the porno floor show

live nude girls

dreamy and creamy

and the brunette curls

Chesty Morgan and a

Watermelon Rose

raise my rent and take off

all your clothes

with the trench coats

magazines bottle full of rum

she's so good, it make

a dead man cum, with

pasties and a g-string

beer and a shot

Portland through a shot glass

and a Buffalo squeeze

wrinkles and cherry

and twinky and pinky

and FeFe live from Gay Paree

fanfares rim shots

back stage who cares

all this hot burlesque for me

cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips
from the nape of her neck
to the lip stick lips
chopped and channeled
and lowered and louvered
and a cheater slicks
and baby moons
she's hot and ready
and creamy and sugared
and the band is awful
and so are the tunes

crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly
and I'm getting harder than
Chinese algebraziers and cheers
from the compendium here
hey sweet heart they're yellin for more
squashing out your cigarette butts
on the floor
and I like Shelly
you like Jane
what was the girl with the snake skins name
it's an early bird matinee
come back any day
getcha little sompin
that cha can't get at home
getcha little sompin
that cha can't get at home
pasties and a g-string
beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass
and a Buffalo squeeze
popcorn, front row
higher than a kite
and I'll be back tomorrow night
and I'll be back tomorrow night

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