歌曲 | Pasties and a G-String |
歌手 | Tom Waits |
专辑 | Live in Concert (1977) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Waits | |
Smelling like a brewery, | |
looking like a tramp | |
I ain't got a quarter | |
got a postage stamp | |
Been five o'clock shadow boxing | |
all around the town | |
Talking with the old men | |
sleeping on the ground | |
Bazanti bootin | |
al zootin al hoot | |
and Al Cohn | |
sharin this apartment | |
with a telephone pole | |
and it's a fish-net stockings | |
spike-heel shoes | |
Strip tease, prick tease | |
car kease blues | |
and the porno floor show | |
live nude girls | |
dreamy and creamy | |
and the brunette curls | |
Chesty Morgan and a | |
Watermelon Rose | |
raise my rent and take off | |
all your clothes | |
with the trench coats | |
magazines bottle full of rum | |
she's so good, it make | |
a dead man cum, with | |
pasties and a g-string | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
wrinkles and cherry | |
and twinky and pinky | |
and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
fanfares rim shots | |
back stage who cares | |
all this hot burlesque for me | |
cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
from the nape of her neck | |
to the lip stick lips | |
chopped and channeled | |
and lowered and louvered | |
and a cheater slicks | |
and baby moons | |
she's hot and ready | |
and creamy and sugared | |
and the band is awful | |
and so are the tunes | |
crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
and I'm getting harder than | |
Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
from the compendium here | |
hey sweet heart they're yellin for more | |
squashing out your cigarette butts | |
on the floor | |
and I like Shelly | |
you like Jane | |
what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
it's an early bird matinee | |
come back any day | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can't get at home | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can't get at home | |
pasties and a g-string | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
popcorn, front row | |
higher than a kite | |
and I'll be back tomorrow night | |
and I'll be back tomorrow night |
zuo ci : Waits | |
Smelling like a brewery, | |
looking like a tramp | |
I ain' t got a quarter | |
got a postage stamp | |
Been five o' clock shadow boxing | |
all around the town | |
Talking with the old men | |
sleeping on the ground | |
Bazanti bootin | |
al zootin al hoot | |
and Al Cohn | |
sharin this apartment | |
with a telephone pole | |
and it' s a fishnet stockings | |
spikeheel shoes | |
Strip tease, prick tease | |
car kease blues | |
and the porno floor show | |
live nude girls | |
dreamy and creamy | |
and the brunette curls | |
Chesty Morgan and a | |
Watermelon Rose | |
raise my rent and take off | |
all your clothes | |
with the trench coats | |
magazines bottle full of rum | |
she' s so good, it make | |
a dead man cum, with | |
pasties and a gstring | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
wrinkles and cherry | |
and twinky and pinky | |
and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
fanfares rim shots | |
back stage who cares | |
all this hot burlesque for me | |
cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
from the nape of her neck | |
to the lip stick lips | |
chopped and channeled | |
and lowered and louvered | |
and a cheater slicks | |
and baby moons | |
she' s hot and ready | |
and creamy and sugared | |
and the band is awful | |
and so are the tunes | |
crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
and I' m getting harder than | |
Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
from the compendium here | |
hey sweet heart they' re yellin for more | |
squashing out your cigarette butts | |
on the floor | |
and I like Shelly | |
you like Jane | |
what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
it' s an early bird matinee | |
come back any day | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can' t get at home | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can' t get at home | |
pasties and a gstring | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
popcorn, front row | |
higher than a kite | |
and I' ll be back tomorrow night | |
and I' ll be back tomorrow night |
zuò cí : Waits | |
Smelling like a brewery, | |
looking like a tramp | |
I ain' t got a quarter | |
got a postage stamp | |
Been five o' clock shadow boxing | |
all around the town | |
Talking with the old men | |
sleeping on the ground | |
Bazanti bootin | |
al zootin al hoot | |
and Al Cohn | |
sharin this apartment | |
with a telephone pole | |
and it' s a fishnet stockings | |
spikeheel shoes | |
Strip tease, prick tease | |
car kease blues | |
and the porno floor show | |
live nude girls | |
dreamy and creamy | |
and the brunette curls | |
Chesty Morgan and a | |
Watermelon Rose | |
raise my rent and take off | |
all your clothes | |
with the trench coats | |
magazines bottle full of rum | |
she' s so good, it make | |
a dead man cum, with | |
pasties and a gstring | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
wrinkles and cherry | |
and twinky and pinky | |
and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
fanfares rim shots | |
back stage who cares | |
all this hot burlesque for me | |
cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
from the nape of her neck | |
to the lip stick lips | |
chopped and channeled | |
and lowered and louvered | |
and a cheater slicks | |
and baby moons | |
she' s hot and ready | |
and creamy and sugared | |
and the band is awful | |
and so are the tunes | |
crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
and I' m getting harder than | |
Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
from the compendium here | |
hey sweet heart they' re yellin for more | |
squashing out your cigarette butts | |
on the floor | |
and I like Shelly | |
you like Jane | |
what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
it' s an early bird matinee | |
come back any day | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can' t get at home | |
getcha little sompin | |
that cha can' t get at home | |
pasties and a gstring | |
beer and a shot | |
Portland through a shot glass | |
and a Buffalo squeeze | |
popcorn, front row | |
higher than a kite | |
and I' ll be back tomorrow night | |
and I' ll be back tomorrow night |