Tom Waits Spare Parts I Lyrics
            well the d___ 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 b__s 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
            a__ 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
            c__ming 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 b____ 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 b__s
            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 a__ 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
        
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