Pasties Gstrin Lyrics

Tom Waits - Paisties and a G-String
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Smellin' like a brewery, lookin' like a tramp
    ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp
And a 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 keys blues

And the porno floor show, live nude girls
    dreamy and cream 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 a' rum
    she's so good, it make a dead man come

With pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot
    Portland threw a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinky and Pinky 
    and Fe-Fe live from Gay Paree
Fanfares, rim shots backstage, who cares
    all this hot burlesque for me

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 gettin' harder than Chinese algebra

Ziers and cheers 
    and the compendium here
Hey sweetheart, they're yellin' for more
    Squashin' out your cigarette butts on the floor

And I like Shelly, you like Jane,
    what was the girl with the snake skin's name
It's an early bird matinee' 
    come back any day

Getcha little somepin' 
    that cha can't get at home
Pasties and a g-string, beer and a shot
    Portland threw 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