Playin’ with the Queen of hearts,
Knowing that it ain’t really smart,
The Joker ain’t the only fool,
Who’ll do anything for you…
She’s the Queen of the Silver Dollar,
And she rules this smoky kingdom,
And her scepter is a wine glass, and a bar stool is her throne.
And the jesters flock around her,
And fight to win her favors,
And see which one will take the Queen of the Silver Dollar home.
Bang bang Maxwell’s silver hammer came down on her head,
Maxwell’s silver hammer made sure that she was dead…
Bang bang Lulu,
Lulu’s gone away,
Who is going to bang bang,
When Lulu’s gone away?
Be-Bop-A-Lula
She’s My Baby
Be-Bop-A-Lula
Don’t Mean Maybe
Be-Bop-A-Lula
She’s My Baby
Be-Bop-A-Lula
Don’t Mean Maybe
Be-Bop-A-Lula
She’s My Baby Doll
My Baby Doll My Baby Doll
See the neon sign
The kids stand in line
And money clutched in hand
They want to hear that band
Base is thumpin’
Everybody’s jumpin’
The drummer keeps beatin’
Everybody’s meet down at Lulu’s
Down at Lulu’s
I gotta get my old tuxedo pressed
Gotta sew a button on my vest
'Cause tonight I’ve gotta look my best
Lulu’s back in town
Clean shirt, new shoes,
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don’t need a reason why.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can,
'Cause every girl’s crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
To score a 10 would be just fine
But I’d rather be dressed to the nines!
It’s a truth you can’t refute
Nothing suits me like a suit!
I’m too sexy for my shirt,
So sexy it hurts…
What’s the matter with the clothes I’m wearing?
“Can’t you tell that your tie’s too wide?”
Maybe I should buy some old tab collars?
“Welcome back to the age of jive
Where have you been hidin’ out lately, honey?
You can’t dress trashy till you spend a lot of money”
This shirt is old and faded,
All the color’s washed away.
I’ve had it now for more damn years
Than I can count anyway.
I wear it beneath my jacket,
With the collar turned up high.
So old I should replace it,
But I’m not about to try.
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train,
I was feelin’ near faded as my jeans,
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, right before it rained.
Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?
Had offers but didn’t know which one to take
Please don’t tell 'em how you found me
Don’t tell 'em how you found me
Gimme a break, give me a break
Asking only workman’s wages, I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there…
And as I wonder where you are,
I’m so lonesome I could cry…
I wonder–I wah-wah-wah-wah-wonder
Why–why, why, why, why, why
She ran away,
And I wonder, where she will stay–
My little runaway,
A-run, run, run, run, runaway.
Oh she’s a little runaway,
Daddy’s girl learned fast,
All those things he couldn’t say,
Ooh she’s a little runaway…
I wanna be Bobby’s girl,
I wanna be Bobby’s girl,
That’s the most important thing to me.
And if I was Bobby’s girl,
If I was Bobby’s girl,
What a faithful, thankful girl I’d be.
Jessie is a friend, yeah
I know he’s been a good friend of mine
But lately something’s changed that ain’t hard to define
Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine
And she’s watching him with those eyes
And she’s loving him with that body, I just know it
Yeah ‘n’ he’s holding her in his arms late, late at night
You know
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
I wish that I had Jessie’s girl
Where can I find a woman like that