Tom Waits: Spare parts I

Well the damn cracked hard just like a bull whipCause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night beforeAs it shook out the street, the stew bums showed upJust like bounced checks, rubbin' their necksAnd the sky turned the color of pepto-bismolAnd the parking lots growledAnd my old sports coat full of promissory notesAnd a receipt from a late night motelAnd the hawk had his whole family outThere in the wind, and he's got a messageFor you to beware cause he be kickin' yourAss in, in a cold blooded fashionDishin' out more than a good man can bearI got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got aGhost of a chance with this old romanceJust an apartment for rent down the blockIvar theater with live burlesqueAnd the manager's scowlin', feet on his deskBoom boom against the curtainYou're still hurtin'And then push came to shove, shove came to biffGirls like that just lay you out stiffMaybe i'll go to cleveland orGet me a tattoo or somethin', my brotherIn law's thereSkid mark tattoo on the asphalt blueWas that a malibuLiz taylor and montgomery cliftCumming on to the broads with theSame ol' riff. hey baby come up toMy place, we'll listen to someSmooth music on the stereo, no thank youGot any stan getz recordsNo i got smothers brothersSo i combed back my detroitJack up my pegs, wiped my stacy adamsJacknifed my legs, yea i got designsOn a moving violationHey baby, you put me on hold and i'mOut in the wind and it's gettingMighty cold...Colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dogWith 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trapUp a hill in the dead of winterIn the middle of a snowstormWith a mouth full of porcupine quills(scat)Yea well i don't need you babyIt's a well known factI'm 4 sheets to the windI'm glad you're goneI'm glad you're goneI'm finally aloneGlad you're gone, but iWish you'd come homeAnd i struggled out of bedCause the dawn was crackin' hard like a bullwhipCause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night beforeAs it shook out the streets the stew bumsShowed up just like bounced checksRubbin' their necks, and the sky turned theColor of pepto-bismolAnd my old sports coat full of promissory notesAnd the hawk had his whole family out thereIn the wind, he got a message for you to bewareKickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashionHe be dishin' out more than a good man can bearWell hey baby let's take it to bakersfieldGet a little apartment somewhere