Tony’s Tank-Up, Drive-In Cafe Hank Thompson

[Verse 1]
Well the smoke in here is like the L.A. smog
And the jukebox is ten years old
They got a pinball machine that pays off in nickels
And the folks are saying down with the rock and roll

[Verse 2]
A pitcher of beer only costs you a dollar
Deviled eggs and the pickles are free
And on Saturday night when they get it all right
It’s home sweet home to me

[Verse 3]
They got a bouncer that boxed in the Golden Gloves
So you hardly ever see a fight
They got a cocktail waitress that could be in the moviеs
And be in front of the family evеry Monday night

[Verse 4]
It's the swingiest joint from L.A. to Vegas
If you're ever there you'll agree
It's called Tony's Tank Up Drive In Cafe
It's home sweet home to me

[Verse 5]
Now Tony's got a scar over his left eye
That he didn’t get in Sunday School
There's a room in the back for the local hustlers
Who's only source of income is shooting pool