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Post by doggitt on Jun 18, 2007 23:41:58 GMT 12
Tom Waits is a favourite.... this is sung sort of melancholy
I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars, I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk And a manic mechanic on cars. It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell said it? I got money to spend on my gal, But the work never stops, and I'll be busting my chops Working for Joe and Sal.
And I can't wait to get off work and see my baby, She said she'd leave the porch light on for me. I'm disheveled and I'm disdainful and I'm distracted and it's painful, But this job sweeping up here is gainfully employing me tonight.
Well "Tom, do this" and "Tom, do that", and "Tom, don't do that", Count the cash, clean the oven, dump the trash, Oh your loving is a rare and a copacetic gift, And I'm a moonlight watch manic, it's hard to be romantic Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine, Sweeping up over by the cigarette machine...
I can't wait to get off work and see my baby She'll be waiting up with a magazine for me. Clean the bathrooms and clean 'em good, oh your loving I wish you would Come down here and sweep a-me off my feet, this broom'll have to be my baby, If I hurry, I just might get off before the dawn's early light.
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Post by doggitt on Jun 18, 2007 23:47:31 GMT 12
This is also by him, It sounds better with the music, which sounds slightly drunk...
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And the menus are all freezing, and the light man's blind in one eye And he can't see out of the other And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid, and he showed up with his mother And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking As the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler cream-puff casper milktoast And the owner is a mental midget with the I.Q. of a fence post 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
And you can't find your waitress with a Geiger counter And she hates you and your friends and you just can't get served without her And the box-office is drooling, and the bar stools are on fire And the newspapers were fooling, and the ash-trays have retired 'Cause the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking The piano has been drinking, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me
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