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Testo Spare Parts I - Tom Waits

Testo della canzone Spare Parts I (Tom Waits), tratta dall'album Nighthawks At The Diner

Well the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip
Cause I wasn't taking no lip from the night before
And it shook out the streets
As the stew bums showed up like bounced checks
Rubbing their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And the parking lots growled
My old sport coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late-night motel
The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
And he got a message for you to beware
Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
Dishing out more than a good man can bear
And I got shoes untied, my shirttail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
There's an apartment for rent down the block
And Ivar Theater with live burlesque
Man, the manager's scowling with his feet on the desk
Boom boom against the curtain
You still hurtin'?
And then push came to shove and shove came to piff
Girls like that just lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to Cleveland, you know
Get me a tattoo or something
My brother-in-law lives there
And it's a skidmark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was that a Malibu?
It's Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
Coming onto the bras with the same old riff
Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place
We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo
"No thank you," she says
"You got any Stan Getz records?"
"No man, I got Smothers Brothers"
So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation
Yeah 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 nine suck-em pups
Pulling a number four trap up a hill
In the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm
With a mouth full of porcupine quills
I don't need you baby, you see it's a well known fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind and I'm glad you're gone
I'm glad you're gone cause 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 cracking hard just like a bullwhip
And I wasn't taking no lip from the night before
Yeah as it shook out the streets
And the stew bums showed up just like bounced checks
Rubbing their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And my old sport 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
Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
He'll be dishing out more than a good man can bear
Well, let's take it to Bakersfield
And get a little apartment somewhere



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Writer(s): Thomas Alan Waits
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