Pasties And A G-string Lyrics - Cold Beer On A Hot Night - Tom 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 

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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 

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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 

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