Tom Waits - Paisties and a G-String

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Smellin' like a brewery, lookin' like a tramp

ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp

And a 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 keys blues



And the porno floor show, live nude girls

dreamy and cream 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 a' rum

she's so good, it make a dead man come



With pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot

Portland threw a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze

Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinky and Pinky

and Fe-Fe live from Gay Paree

Fanfares, rim shots backstage, 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 gettin' harder than Chinese algebra



Ziers and cheers

and the compendium here

Hey sweetheart, they're yellin' for more

Squashin' out your cigarette butts on the floor



And I like Shelly, you like Jane,

what was the girl with the snake skin's name

It's an early bird matinee'

come back any day



Getcha little somepin'

that cha can't get at home

Pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot

Portland threw 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