from RICKIE LEE JONES (1979)

Danny's All-Star Joint

  • written by Rickie Lee Jones


    Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
    They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
    The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day
    But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey
    There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
    I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe
    Cecil gives me coffee
    And he won't never take my coin
    I say, " I got thirty dollars in my pocket!
    Whatchoo doin'? "

    I holler, " Come on, Cecil, take a dollar!
    Come on, Cecil, take a ten!
    I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
    And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin' "

    He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
    They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard
    They look particularly dead-beat
    Permanently pale
    Cecil picks up his butcher knife
    Waves it at the jail
    The kid say, " I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ "
    I said, " Don't look at me " ( Cuz he was lookin' my way )
    Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green
    And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine
    And he says, " Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
    Come on Cecil gimme five
    I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street
    And I'm a quarter past left alive "
    He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
    He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns gray


    Your sister's into mustard
    She loves to walk the pub
    She likes the pickles and the relish she never gets enough
    A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
    For a Card Blanché sandwich
    Oh, lettuce get thick

    It's not because I'm dirty
    It's not because I'm clean
    It's not because I kiss the boys behind the magazine
    Hey boys?
    How 'bout a fight?
    Cuz here comes Rickie with the girdle on tight

    And if she don't know your name
    She knows what you got
    From Your matzo balls
    To the chicken-in-the-pot
    chicken-in-the-pot
    chicken-in-the-pot

    Downstairs at Danny's All Star Joint
    They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
    A finger-snappin' deluxe
    Make your be-bop bap
    And your R&B hep-scat

    You can't break the rules until you know how to play the game
    But if you just want to have a little fun
    You can mention my name
    Keep your feet in the street
    Your toes in the lawn
    But keep your business in your pocket
    This is it were it belongs

    Come on Cecil, take a dollar
    Come on Cecil, take a tip
    Do yourself a favor If she offers it - take it
    But honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it

length:4:00 minutes
vocals: Rickie Lee Jones



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