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Ain't that a Kick in the Head How lucky can one guy be, I kissed her and she kissed me, like the fella once said, ain't that a kick in the head. I bob and weave keep an ace up my sleeve Somebody open up a window in this joint, I can't breath Got a permanent bar stool down at the Can't Care Lounge Honey here's the chips, Lay em down I get drownded in the beautiful sounds that the cash register makes When I get my take Its like dinner at the White House with good booze and plates of potatoes and steaks Never punch a guy with a nice wrist watch on Honey let's take a ride in my Cadillac And put the sex back in the car where it belongsLook at chump change over hear. Only puttin a hundred down on the bout, I'll put a thousand down, now lets go ta town or will that tap you out I get scared I might get picked up for vagrancy Make a move kid I get sick of your habbadashery. I got girls at the hotel upstairs Waiting for me My first name's Jimmy My last name's Luxury I'm lucky as a rummy Getting locked in a distillery I got a slot machine arm, a hundred proof wink And a million dollar smile full of charm. WPLyricsJGD

Stormy Weather I gotta keep fighting no matter whatever shit happens, keep a headlock on my game, I was born to entertain. I been as sad as a hooker in the cold, afternoon rain. I won't stop laughin and smiling for no one, cause I don't know when its gonna come again. I think you're lucky in this world if you got two friends you can trust. I'd pray to God but he's scared of us. I might stumble, but I still got direction on my drunken compass. Get me back to the studio so I can do a couple of new numbers. Cause life can get weird like setting clocks back in the middle of an Indian summer.Here's the journals of an amature psychic, as the bottle pounds the shit out of the typewriter, I get scared of myself when I'm not around. At the bar downtown, music works like the friggin teamsters. I mean this. I spin the wheel get the thousand dollar deal. Down at the Sands singing for my meals. Miss Adalay and her Debutants, my alcoholic ghost haunts the sayance. Shaken ice in an empty glass weaves in the creaks and cracks like the old barndoors in a thunderstorm. The sky lights blood red and it gets strangely warm. The rain falls like change from a slot machine. In such a crooked dirty world I feel so squeaky clean. WPLyricsJGD

Sweet Apple Pie Well I got nice shoes and a heart of gold. I never let the wining get out of control. When I'm boozing I takes my time. It ain't ya turn kid so wait in line. Yo! Kick that number that we did up in Reno when we stepped on the stage in our shark skin chinos, nothing but c-notes getting played at the tables, I knew the winning horses before they left the stables, met a boogie woogie show girl named marla mable on our first date I bought her gold cable she was a winner a real fine dinner she could turn this old pro back into a beginner. She did a burlesque number made a brother wanna settle down, we'd get together ever summer when I's in town. She was a crazy dame with a lazy eye, her claim to fame was getting drunk and high. But her bedroom voice was killing me softly, I started melting like a mister softy, but behind every skirt there's a scandal, so I pack a black colt with a pearl handle.These friggin cold ass benches at the dog track are enough to give a guy a severe hemmrhoid jesus friggin christ attack I spilt moxie over my favorite white farrah slacks wee small hours gaining on brockton's own neck and neck around the outside lap would you believe this crap? lets mosie on back to my suburban palace and relax. Wo wo wo. Sweet summer time cooling out on the breezeway in my back yard I got a great view of the i128 freeway. Let's retire into the den my friend for some crackers and a couple of shafers. You know what really sucks about being short, I gotta get all my suit pants tapered, I got this one great tan suit and from a distance they tell me it makes me look naked. WPLyricsJGD

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha ChaDon't ya know that I love ya. Always thinking of ya. Won't ya come on be my lady. Your cha cha cha drives me crazy. The big band possesses me from inside out. He's got class, real clout the kind they talk about on the front page of the New York Times. He's got the gift of gab in rhyme. Hear his name blow in the wind chimes of his Palm Springs patio. Have a Martini, maybe one, two or three. Watch a couple westerns on my color TV. I wear a robe to the packy in the morning to get the paper, The brain behind the caper. Kid don't bother stealing the hubcaps, steal the whole car. Half measures never ail us never got us so far. Sipping bath tub gin outa jars. Is it wrong to gamble or just to lose on this pleasure cruise? Sitting in the pool hall, watching all the cool girls.Who's the brain who concocted such hairball schemes? I'm living on cloud nine in champagne dreams. I'm spending thousands, carousing, 100 bucks you wanna bet me? I'm dumping plates of spaghetti on my new tuxedo. This cat took a leak in the back of my limo. Nobody knows me like my Yiddish sister Michelle Jacoby. Down at Vegas Night, at the Lion's Club im going for broke. I'm the kinda guy when i move ya better watch my smoke. When I'm not shaking hands or kissing babies, I'm down at the senior citzens home doing a couple numbers for the old ladies. WPLyricsJGD

Shy Guy The hiballs were hittin me like King Crochea in the ninth round Pulled out my glass eye in front of the MacGuire sisters backstage at the Sands Those girls screamed bloody hell when I put it down next to her hand man! I was on my way from las vegas to la With a headfull of dreams, vermouth and big plans I know i haven't been spending quality time with the rabbi, now have i? But i gotta give love to the cat upstairs Passing by the temple bethamuna i raise my glass from the back seat of the limousine in cheers I spent a small fortune which seemed more important on dames, cocktails and leisure wearI'm a shy guy no lie, an apple pie guy my my. I'd like to kiss those lips a thousand times.I've been in more hotels than the holy bible Living on champagne and brie and grackers for survival Out twice a night rockin the mic to earn my heavyweight title Out to get as high as the Eifel tower Played weddings bat-mitzvahs and even baby showers Come on honey blow out the candles I got business to handle I'll be back to the club love I got another set in an hour Out her hustling for a little something Keep the drinks pouring and my chevrolet running My honey looking stunning, Living extravagant Master of ceremonies, handing out trophies at the beauty pagent You'd think he slept in his tuxedo Only one time it was in the parking lot in Reno Oh Hell, I can't afford a hotel cause They emptied my pockets down at the casing Hey, I lost my shirt. But sometimes I walk away in a new suit In life's little crap shoot. WPLyricsJGD

Volare I haven't seen a Pier Six brawl so far inland. That broad put Geoffrey to the floor with the back of her hand, first time I ever saw a woman hit a man. And then she started coming after me! Somebody call a cop! This crazy goddamned broad, she won't stop. She's acting like Jerry Lewis on too much cough medicine. So I'm cashing in from playing gin. What's the use of taking nickels from WWI veterans? Back off dealer with what ever ya peddling. You dont know the struggle. I had ta bust my knuckles to become Mister Wonderful. The slow horses, the drinking and divorces. I fell like the sun over the mountain, dancing in front of an ice sculpture fountain with the water changing colors while its spouting. On this Las Vegas, Nev. outing we're like kids in a candy store. Let the dames roll in and let the Martini's pour.Kicking like the Rockettes coming around the stretch. I swear on this 14 Karat gold star of David on my chest. Blessed with this gift, relaxing back like the captain of this ship. I went from onion sandwiches to steak tips. Passin out in the Motor Inn on gin, waking up in the Ritz! My police radio's on the fritz. Honey get your tits over the stove and make me some pork chops and grits. I like it when the mashed potatoes and the other vegetables mix. Stay hungry, poverty to luxury, I never let shit fuck with me. I got sick from eating the plastic baloney package. I'm looking for God, but I lost his address. How do you get to the Sands, man? It takes practice, practice, to obtain superstar status. When I'm not working on my triple bypass, Shit I'm hittin on chicks with the body like an hourglass. WPLyricsJGD

My Baby Someday he'll come to me. My Baby.Fuck lady luck she better not fail got a five grand vig to meet at the end of every week shit the bed and go out on a losin streak put me out on the street become a small time three card monty cheat shufflin for a lil sumthing on an old tv box keep an eye out for the irish bastard cop on my block pick a card any card give you chance to win your money back right here on the spot show you i am not just another crackpot i am what you might call an opportunist with love for foul mouth dames dice games and musicHere I come with a bottle and an orchestra, to support ya. The needle drops suddenly, Mr. Jimmy Luxury to the rescue. On such a sunny day when you feel so blue I'll always be there for you. I'll be waiting in the parking lot of the grey hound station no matter where you go you bring that big mountain of problems its just relocation. When you finally punch out and take off your apron Its a day off from hell when the devils on vacation Martini shaker shaken like a rattle snake's tail I got twenty to bet fifty for a room and drinks and a hundred for bail Thankful I never twisted my ankle chasing so much tail God if I ever go blind please make Playboy in brail My book makers in florida and my thumbbreakers in jail WPLyricsJGD

 

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