Downstairs at dannys 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
Theres 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 wont 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!
Ive finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
And youre actin like Im down-shiftin

He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
They got to barefoot cruise when its 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 aint got no dough, joe, I just want some o.j
I said, dont 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
Im in a half-way house on a one-way street
And Im 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