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 nighttime 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
Watchoo 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 acting 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
Waves it at the jail
The kid say "I ain't git no dough, Joe
I just want some O.J."
I say "Don't look at me." (Cuz 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 half-way house on a one-way street
And I'm a quarter past left alive"
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&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
