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Song: | The Ghosts of Saturday Night |
Album: | Asylum Years | Genres: | Andere |
Year: | 1986 |
Length: | 194 sec |
Lyrics:
(AFTER HOURS AT NAPOLEONE'S PIZZA HOUSE)
A cab combs the snake, Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare, And a solitary sailor Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers...
Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents, And the last bent butt from a package of Kents, As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair.
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, 'Irene' As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the Texaco beacon burns on, The steel-belted attendant with a 'Ring and Valve Special'... Cryin' 'Fill'er up and check that oil' 'You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil.'
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands, And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands. Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents, Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of Kents, Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight, Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late.
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles, Leaving the town in a-keeping Of the one who is sweeping Up the ghost of Saturday night...
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