Danny’s All-Star Joint Rickie Lee Jones

[Verse 1]
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They've got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
The vice is nice, it stays 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 dollar in my pocket!
Whatchoo doin'?"

[Chorus]
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten
Well, I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin'"

[Verse 2]
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
And the kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ"
I said, "Don't look at me" ('Cause he was lookin' my way)
Well, Cecil winks upon him some juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts a quarter in the pinball machine