Spare Parts I (a Nocturnal Emission) Lyrics - Tom Waits

Well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whip 

Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before 

As it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up 

Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks 

And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol 

And the parking lots growled 

And my old sports coat full of promissory notes 

And a receipt from a late night motel 

And the hawk had his whole family out 

There in the wind, and he's got a message 

For you to beware cause he be kickin' your 

Ass in, in a cold blooded fashion 

Dishin' out more than a good man can bear 

I got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a 

Ghost of a chance with this old romance 

Just an apartment for rent down the block 

Ivar Theater with live burlesque 

And the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk 

Boom boom against the curtain 

You're still hurtin' 

And then push came to shove, shove came to biff 

Girls like that just lay you out stiff 

Maybe I'll go to Cleveland or 

Get me a tattoo or somethin', my brother 

In law's there 

Skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue 

Was that a Malibu 

Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift 

Cumming on to the broads with the 

Same ol' riff. Hey baby come up to 

My place, we'll listen to some 

Smooth music on the stereo, no thank you 

Got any Stan Getz records 

No I got Smothers Brothers 

So I combed back my Detroit 

Jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams 

Jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs 

On a moving violation 

Hey baby, you put me on hold and I'm 

Out in the wind and it's getting 

Mighty cold... 

Colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog 

With 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap 

Up a hill in the dead of winter 

In the middle of a snowstorm 

With a mouth full of porcupine quills 

(scat) 

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Yea well I don't need you baby 

It's a well known fact 

I'm 4 sheets to the wind 

I'm glad you're gone 

I'm glad you're gone 

I'm finally alone 

Glad you're gone, but I 

Wish you'd come home 

And I struggled out of bed 

Cause the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhip 

Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before 

As it shook out the streets the stew bums 

Showed up just like bounced checks 

Rubbin' their necks, and the sky turned the 

Color of Pepto-Bismol 

And my old sports coat full of promissory notes 

And the hawk had his whole family out there 

In the wind, he got a message for you to beware 

Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion 

He be dishin' out more than a good man can bear 

Well hey baby let's take it to Bakersfield 

Get a little apartment somewhere 

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