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Friday The 13th Lyrics - Singles - Royal Crown Revue

It was a fine left coast morning 

And I found myself planted outside 

The Cap 'N' Cork 

Tipping back the hops 

In order to calm my dancing hands 

You see I usually don't play 

The tied-up watchdog routine 

Looking up and down the street 

But this is the corner 

Joey A., my car and I 

Were supposed to meet 

 

You see Joey The Amateur and I 

Were out clinkin' glasses last night 

When I got three sheets to an ill wind 

Myself being in possession 

Of a fine Double 5 Lincoln convert 

Joey offered to skip me back to the crib 

I awoke to a barren driveway 

And a neighbor started to chide 

"Joey dumped you off, 

And he's got your ride!" 

 

Black cats, they don't bother me 

I smile in bad company 

And I'm cool as the day is long 

But takin' my car, daddy 

That's dead wrong 

 

It was now 11:22 

And up scuffles Benny The Shoe 

A real hot air merchant from way back 

I inquired about Joey A. 

And my superfine Lincoln 

Then Mr. B.S. beat his gums 

And testified to me, 

"Joe's washing the short, 

Changing da oil 

He'll be here by three." 

 

So the little hand hits three 

And who should appear 

But a Cuban cat named Geronimo 

An upstanding cat 

In the textile business 

 

He said, "Joey knocked over a racketman 

And is laying low for a few, 

But in your trunk he left you some treasure 

A pint of rye and a case of Slim Jim's 

For your masticating pleasure 

 

Now ten p.m. finds me 

Hot as a hophead's zippo 

When Rosie appears 

On her financially motivated 

Nightly exercise routine 

I asked the whereabouts 

Of the horsepower thief in question 

And she shot me that amphetamine stare 

And said, "Joey A.? 

I just got out of his Lincoln 

On Hollywood Way." 

 

I thought 

"Kill Joey A.!" when the bar keep came out 

To simmer my slow boil 

He said, "Joey A. just called on the blower, 

He said you better skip town, 

'Cause the cops got your ride. 

You're wanted for solicitation, 

Possession -- you owe him one, 

And here's the scather." He said, 

"And another thing cat, 

Don't ask me for 

Goddamn favors!"