Tom Waits: Jack and Neal

Jack was sittin poker faced with bullets backed with bitchesNeal hunched at the wheel puttin everyone in stichesBraggin bout this nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraskaAnd when she came she honked the horn and neal just barely missed aTruck and then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to californySee a red head in a uniform will always get you hornyWith her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hatShe drove like andy granatelli and knew how to fix a flatAnd jack was almost at the bottom of his md 2020 neal was yellinOut the window tryin to buy some bennies from a lincolnFull of mexicans whose left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitchesPrit near almost ran off the roadWell the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dressThen she lit the map on fire neal just had to guessShould we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin station openThe nurse was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope andJack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow lineThe gas pumps looked like tombstones from hereFelt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls awayAnd the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothillsIn the mirror weaving outa negligee and a black brassiereThe mercury was runnin hot and almost out of gasJust then florence nightingale dropped her drawers andStuck her fat ass half way out of the window with aWilson pickett tuneAnd shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moonCountin one eyed jacks and whistling dixie in the carNeal was doin least a hundred when we saw a fallin starFlorence wished that neal would hold her stead of chewinHis cigar jack was noddin out and dreamin he was in a barWith charlie parker on the bandstand not a worry in the worldAnd a glass of beer in one hand and his arm around a girlAnd neal was singin to the nurseUnderneath a harlem moonAnd somehow you could just tell we'd be in california soon