Friday The 13th

Royal Crown Revue

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    It was a fine left coast morning
    And I found myself planted outside
    The cap n cork
    Tipping back the hops
    In order to calm my dancing hands
    You see I usually dont play
    The tied-up watchdog routine
    Looking up and down the street
    But this is the corner
    Joey a., my car and i
    Were supposed to meet

    You see joey the amateur and i
    Were out clinkin glasses last night
    When I got three sheets to an ill wind
    Myself being in possession
    Of a fine double 5 lincoln convert
    Joey offered to skip me back to the crib
    I awoke to a barren driveway
    And a neighbor started to chide
    Joey dumped you off,
    And hes got your ride!

    Black cats, they dont bother me
    I smile in bad company
    And Im cool as the day is long
    But takin my car, daddy
    Thats dead wrong

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    It was now 11:22
    And up scuffles benny the shoe
    A real hot air merchant from way back
    I inquired about joey a.
    And my superfine lincoln
    Then mr. b.s. beat his gums
    And testified to me,
    Joes washing the short,
    Changing da oil
    Hell be here by three.

    So the little hand hits three
    And who should appear
    But a cuban cat named geronimo
    An upstanding cat
    In the textile business

    He said, joey knocked over a racketman
    And is laying low for a few,
    But in your trunk he left you some treasure
    A pint of rye and a case of slim jims
    For your masticating pleasure

    Now ten p.m. finds me
    Hot as a hopheads zippo
    When rosie appears
    On her financially motivated
    Nightly exercise routine
    I asked the whereabouts
    Of the horsepower thief in question
    And she shot me that amphetamine stare
    And said, joey a.?
    I just got out of his lincoln
    On hollywood way.

    I thought
    Kill joey a.! when the bar keep came out
    To simmer my slow boil
    He said, joey a. just called on the blower,
    He said you better skip town,
    cause the cops got your ride.
    Youre wanted for solicitation,
    Possession -- you owe him one,
    And heres the scather. he said,
    And another thing cat,
    Dont ask me for
    Goddamn favors!

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    Composition: Eddie Nichols, Daniel Glass, and Bill Ungerman

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