Spare Parts I (A
Nocturnal Emission) - Tom Waits, Chuck E. Weiss
Well
the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip
cause
it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
as it
shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
just
like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
and
the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
and
the parking lots growled
and
my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and
a receipt from a late night motel
and
the hawk had his whole family out
there
in the wind, and he's got a message
for
you to beware cause he be kickin' your
ass
in, in a cold blooded fashion
dishin'
out more than a good man can bear
I got
shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a
ghost
of a chance with this old romance
just
an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar
Theater with live burlesque
and
the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk
boom
boom against the curtain
you're
still hurtin'
and
then push came to shove, shove came to biff
girls
like that just lay you out stiff
maybe
I'll go to Cleveland or
get
me a tattoo or somethin', my brother
in law's
there
skid
mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
was
that a Malibu
Liz
Taylor and Montgomery Clift
cumming
on to the broads with the
same
ol' riff. Hey baby come up to
my place,
we'll listen to some
smooth
music on the stereo, no thank you
got
any Stan Getz records
no I
got Smothers Brothers
so I
combed back my Detroit
jack
up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
jacknifed
my legs, yea I got designs
on a
moving violation
hey
baby, you put me on hold and I'm
out
in the wind and it's getting
mighty
cold...
colder
than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
with
9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap
up a
hill in the dead of winter
in the
middle of a snowstorm
with
a mouth full of porcupine quills
(scat)
yea well
I don't need you baby
It's
a well known fact
I'm
4 sheets to the wind
I'm
glad you're gone
I'm
glad you're gone
I'm
finally alone
glad
you're gone, but I
wish
you'd come home
and
I struggled out of bed
cause
the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhip
cause
it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
as it
shook out the streets the stew bums
showed
up just like bounced checks
rubbin'
their necks, and the sky turned the
color
of Pepto-Bismol
and
my old sports coat full of promissory notes
and
the hawk had his whole family out there
in the
wind, he got a message for you to beware
kickin'
your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
he be
dishin' out more than a good man can bear
well
hey baby let's take it to Bakersfield
get
a little apartment somewhere