Jack & Neal/California, Here I Come Lyrics

Jack & Neal/California, Here I Come (Tom Waits 1977 - Joseph Meyer/Al Jolson/Buddy G. De Sylva)
Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches Bragging 'bout some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska And when she came she honked the horn and Neal just barely missed a truck And then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to Californy See a red head in a uniform will always get you horny, yeah And with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020 Neal was yelling out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a Lincoln Full of mexicans and the're left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches Prit near almost ran off the road And well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress Then she lit the map on fire Neal just had to guess Should we try to find a bootleg route or a filling station open The nurse was dumpin out her purse and looking for an envelope And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away And the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror Weaving outta negligee and a black brassiere And the mercury was running hot and we're almost out of gas Just then Florence Nightingale she dropped her drawers And stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a Wilson Pickett tune And shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon (scat) Counting one eyed jacks and whistling Dixie in the car Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar With Charlie Parker on the bandstand, not a worry in the world And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl And Neal was singing to the nurse underneath a Harlem moon And somehow you could just tell we'd be in California soon Open up your golden gates California here I come I said, California here I come Look out, California here I come
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Jack & Neal/California, Here I Come
(Tom Waits 1977 - Joseph Meyer/Al Jolson/Buddy G. De Sylva)

Jack was sitting poker faced with bullets backed with bitches
Neal hunched at the wheel putting everyone in stitches
Bragging 'bout some nurse he screwed while driving through Nebraska
And when she came she honked the horn and Neal just barely missed a truck
And then he asked her if she'd like to come like that to Californy
See a red head in a uniform will always get you horny, yeah
And with her hairnet and those white shoes and a name tag and a hat
She drove like Andy Granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
And Jack was almost at the bottom of his MD 2020
Neal was yelling out the window tryin to buy some bennies from a Lincoln
Full of mexicans and the're left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
Prit near almost ran off the road

And well the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
Then she lit the map on fire Neal just had to guess
Should we try to find a bootleg route or a filling station open
The nurse was dumpin out her purse and looking for an envelope
And Jack was out of cigarettes and as we crossed the yellow line
The gas pumps looked like tombstones from here
And it felt lonelier than a parking lot when the last car pulls away
And the moonlight dressed the double breasted foothills in the mirror
Weaving outta negligee and a black brassiere
And the mercury was running hot and we're almost out of gas
Just then Florence Nightingale she dropped her drawers
And stuck her fat ass half way out of the window with a Wilson Pickett tune
And shouted get a load of this and gave the finger to the moon

(scat)

Counting one eyed jacks and whistling Dixie in the car
Neal was doing least a hundred when we saw a falling star
Florence wished that Neal would hold her instead of chewing on his cigar
Jack was nodding out and wishing he was in a bar
With Charlie Parker on the bandstand, not a worry in the world
And a glass of beer in one hand and his arms around a girl
And Neal was singing to the nurse underneath a Harlem moon
And somehow you could just tell we'd be in California soon
Open up your golden gates
California here I come
I said, California here I come
Look out, California here I come

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