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 OJ "
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 halfway 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 gray
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