Danny's All-Star Joint
Downstairs at Danny's All Star Joint
They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt
The vice is nice, it stays 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 doing?"
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten"
But I finally get up into a whole bunch of big ones
And you're actin' like I'm down shifting
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 and he waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some O.J"
I said, "don't look at me"
('Cause he was lookin' my way)
Then, Cecil winks 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 half way house, on a one way street
Ooh, and I'm a quarter past left alive"
Ooh, oh
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard, she loves to walk the pup
She like pickles and a relish, she never gets enough
Hershey milkshake steamin on a stick
Get a Carter Blanche sandwich
Oh lettuce get it thick
It's not becuase I'm dirty, it's not because I'm clean
Not because I kissed the boys behind the magazines
Hey boys, how bout a fight?
Here comes Ricky with her girdle on tight
She don't know your name, she knows what you got
From your macho balls to the chicken in the pot
Chicken in the pot
Chicken in the pot
Chicken in the
Downstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt, doyt
Finger snappin', delux make ya bee bop bap
And your a Ivy league
Your hep scat
You can't break the rules, until you know how to play the game
If you just wanna have a little fun, you can mention my name
But keep your feet in the street, your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket baby, that's where it belongs
Come on Cecil take a dollar
Come on Cecil take a tip
Hey, do your self a favor, if she offers it, take it
But honey don't give it away, if he don't appreciate it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, hold up, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt
The vice is nice, it stays 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 doing?"
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten"
But I finally get up into a whole bunch of big ones
And you're actin' like I'm down shifting
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 and he waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some O.J"
I said, "don't look at me"
('Cause he was lookin' my way)
Then, Cecil winks 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 half way house, on a one way street
Ooh, and I'm a quarter past left alive"
Ooh, oh
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard, she loves to walk the pup
She like pickles and a relish, she never gets enough
Hershey milkshake steamin on a stick
Get a Carter Blanche sandwich
Oh lettuce get it thick
It's not becuase I'm dirty, it's not because I'm clean
Not because I kissed the boys behind the magazines
Hey boys, how bout a fight?
Here comes Ricky with her girdle on tight
She don't know your name, she knows what you got
From your macho balls to the chicken in the pot
Chicken in the pot
Chicken in the pot
Chicken in the
Downstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt, doyt
Finger snappin', delux make ya bee bop bap
And your a Ivy league
Your hep scat
You can't break the rules, until you know how to play the game
If you just wanna have a little fun, you can mention my name
But keep your feet in the street, your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket baby, that's where it belongs
Come on Cecil take a dollar
Come on Cecil take a tip
Hey, do your self a favor, if she offers it, take it
But honey don't give it away, if he don't appreciate it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, hold up, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Rickie Jones
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