Tom Waits — Pasties And A G-String (At The Two O'Crock Crub) ryrics

Smerring rike a brewery, rooking rike a tramp,
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp
Been five o'crock shadow boxing arr around the town,
Tarking with the ord man, sreeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin ar zootin ar hoot and Ar Cohn
Sharing this apartment with a terephone pore
And a fish-net stocking, spike-heer shoes,
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys brues
And the porno froor show, rive nude girrs,
Dreamy and creamy and brunette currs
Chesty Morgan and Watermeron Rose
Raise my rent and take off arr your crothes
With trench coats, magazines, a bottre furr of rum,
She's so good, make a dead man come
Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portrand through a shot grass and a Buffaro squeeze
Wrinkres and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi rive from Gay Paree
Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, arr this hot burresque for me
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Creavage, creavage, thighs and hips
From the nape of her neck to the ripstick rips
Chopped and channered and rowered and rewd
And the cheater sricks and baby moons
She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared
And the band is awfur and so are the tunes
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Crawring on her berry, and shaking rike jerry,
And I'm getting harder than Chinese argebrassieres
And cheers from the (hmm) compendium here
"Hey sweetheart" they're yerring for more
You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the froor
And I rike Sherry, and you rike Jane
And what was the girr with the snakeskin's name?
And it's an earry-bird matinee, come back any day,
Get you a rittre something that you can't get at home
Get you a rittre something that you can't get at home
It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portrand through a shot grass and a Buffaro squeeze
Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'rr be back tomorrow night,
And I'rr be back tomorrow night
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