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