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Where The Hell's My Money?

アーティスト:Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper  アルバム:Frenzy 

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Yeah, me and Skid Roper pull into town Yeah, we pull into town, we gonna be layin' 'em down Yeah, man, we go to the local record store And they got our record out, sittin' real prominently on the shelf there And we go, "Great googlie mooglie!" Yeah, man, we go to the college radio station And they say they been waitin' for us All day long All day long All day long So we do a little interview and then we go down to the rock 'n' roll club, man And we do a sound check, you know We be checkin' out all kind of sounds, we be doin' We goin', "Hoo haa hee..." Yeah Yeah, man, and then the local band gets up on the stage And they begin to rage They begin to rock 'n' roll They got the super soul Goin' up through the beats They started grabbin' their tallywhackers and they say "Baby, baby, what's on your mind?" Well, the way the really do it is more like "Baby, baby, what's on your mind?" Man, and the place was packed I mean, wall to wall I mean, there was like, wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling You couldn't get another person in there with a crowbar I mean, the club owner was out there with a crowbar stickin' more people in Yeah, that's right, y'know, and they couldn't fit a razor blade between these people They was all there waitin' to see Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper do the rock 'n' roll thing And we said, "Baby, we have come to do the rock 'n' roll thing" And then we started Oh, we started rockin' Yeah, we started boppin' We started a fornication nation "Ah, Mojo and Skid, yeah" So, man, after we were rockin' for about an hour or two hours Encores, out the door, crowbar, maintaining a psychotic reaction and everything Well, me and Skid Roper, it's about 2:30 2:30 Sunday morning, and we say, "Hmm, we gotta get paid We gotta get paid, now who's in charge of this place, you know?" So we're lookin' around We ask the doorman, the bartender, we ask 'em all and they say "You have to talk to the owner" So we go find the owner and he says "Mojo, Mojo, I got your money, Mojo, I got your money But, you know, I had to pay the doorman and the sound man And I had to pay the light man And you had three guests, Mojo Three people on the guest list So I figure that your money for the gig comes to Seven dollars and forty-eight cents" Seven dollars and forty-eight cents, huh? You mean, uh, like, seven George Washington dollars And two cents less than fifty cents He said, "Yes, Mojo, that's what I mean" I says, "Hmmm..." Right at this moment, I pull out a 1936 Colt .45 single-action service revolver That my daddy used in the Big War And I place the cold, steel barrel up against this slug's head And I yell Where the hell's my money Where the hell's my money Yeah, right at this moment Skid Roper takes out his Otay-matia washboard


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