Tom Waits - Spare Parts 1 (A Nocturnal Emission) lyrics

Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip Cause it wasn't taking no lip from the night before And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up Like bounced checks, rubbing their necks And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol Yeah, and the parking lots growled My old sport coat full of promissory notes And a receipt from a late night motel The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind And he got a message for you to beware Kicking your a** in, in a cold-blooded fashion And dishing out more than a good man can bear And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is 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 Man, the manager's scowling, with his feet on the desk Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurting, ay-ay And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff Girls like that just lay you out stiff Maybe I'll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something My brother-in-law lives there And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue Was that a Malibu? Vroooooom, vroooooom Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah 'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place? We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' eh-he-he' 'No thank you,' she said, eh-he-he, 'you got any Stan Getz records?' 'No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers' So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs I wiped my Stacy Adams' and I jackknifed my legs Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind And it's getting mighty cold It's colder than a gut-shot b**h wolf dog with nine s**ing pups Pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills Well, I don't need you, baby You see, it's a well known fact, you know I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone I'm glad you're gone, cause I'm finally alone Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home Yeah, and I struggled out of bed Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip And it wasn't taking no lip from the night before Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol And my old sport 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 Kicking your a** in, in a cold blooded fashion He'll be dishing out more than a good man can bear Well let's take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere