Dannys Allstar Joint lyrics

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 o.j `
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 half-way 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 grey