Danny's All-star Joint Lyrics - Rickie Lee Jones - Rickie Lee Jones

Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint 

They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt 

The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day 

But when the night time comes, hey, hey 

There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup 

I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe 

Cecil gives me coffee and he won't never take my coin 

I say, "I got thirty dollars in my pocket, whatchoo doin'?" 

I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar 

Come on, Cecil, take a ten 

I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones 

And you're actin' like I'm down shiftin'" 

He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard 

They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard 

They look particularly dead beat, permanently pale 

Cecil picks up his butcher knife, waves it at the jail 

The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ" 

I said, "Don't look at me" 

('Cause he was lookin' my way) 

Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green 

And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine 

And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar 

Come on Cecil gimme five 

I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street 

And I'm a quarter past left alive " 

He can talk about your people in a wonderful way 

He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns gray 

Your sister's into mustard, she loves to walk the pub 

She likes the pickles and the relish she never gets enough 

A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick 

For a Card Blanch sandwich, oh, lettuce get thick 

It's not because I'm dirty, it's not because I'm clean 

It's not because I kiss the boys behind the magazine 

Hey boys? How 'bout a fight? 

'Cause here comes Rickie with the girdle on tight 

And if she don't know your name, she knows what you got 

From Your matzo balls to the chicken in the pot 

Chicken in the pot, chicken in the pot 

Downstairs at Danny's All Star Joint 

They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt 

A finger-snappin' deluxe make your be bop bap 

And your R and B hep scat 

You can't break the rules until you know how to play the game 

But if you just want to have a little fun, you can mention my name 

Keep your feet in the street, your toes in the lawn 

But keep your business in your pocket this is it were it belongs 

Come on Cecil, take a dollar, come on Cecil, take a tip 

Do yourself a favor If she offers it, take it 

But honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it