Downstairs at danny's all-star joint
   They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt
   The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day
   But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey
   There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
   I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe
   Cecil gives me coffee
   And he won't never take my coin
   I say, " I got thirty dollars in my pocket!
   Whatchoo doin' ? "
  
   I holler, " Come on, Cecil, take a dollar!
   Come on, Cecil, take a ten!
   I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
   And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin' "
  
   He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
   They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard
   They look particularly dead-beat
   Permanently pale
   Cecil picks up his butcher knife
   Waves it at the jail
   The kid say, " I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some o.j "
   I said, " Don't look at me " ( Cuz he was lookin' my way )
   Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green
   And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine
   And he says, " Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
   Come on Cecil gimme five
   I'm in a half-way house on a one-way street
   And I'm a quarter past left alive "
   He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
   He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey