Humbly report, Jeff, re: "So you see my friend, we can't have it both ways."
Message 2852962
Reminds me of sompn':
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'Da Voice:
He arrived at the Joint.
Desperately searching for someone.
Anyone who might explain how he and the Beat might survive . . .
'Da Singer:
Can't Have It Both Ways, Kid
Drunk In The Shadows
And Numb To The Pain
Or Feelin' Empty
While Drinkin' In Fame
'Da Voice:
The Kid flung
Back his do
And threw his toes into
A frenzied flush
(The Kid yells in anger at the crowd)
Cracked faces froze
Rattled bones creaked
Withered fingers
Snatched and tossed the Kid to the Street.
'Da Singer:
Oooh Little Daddy
Why'd You have To Lose That Beat?
Oooh Little Daddy
Your Beat Is What Made It Sweet
Your Shimmy Don't Sham
Like It Used To Do
Your Shuffle-Ball Changed
Now It's Got Me Blue
Your Buck and Wings Have Lost Their Flap
Your Zip Ain't Got No Zap
Goodbye Daddy
Sorry But You've Got To Go
Don't Cry Little Daddy
While You Shuffle Off To Buffalo
I Need A Kid Who's Got That Thang
You Got No Beat
And You Got No Swing
You Used To Make My Trenches Hot
Now You Miss The Spot
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh!
I've got no time for your time step
I need a little cat that's really hep
When you did that paddle and roll
Ooh little Daddy you made me loose control
Cramp roll
Slide
Pull Back
Glide
Flap Me Tap Me
Flap Me Tap Me
Flap Me Tap Me
Ooh Little Daddy
Daddy Listen
Somethin's Missin'
You've Got That Lost Beat Swing . . . Yeah!
I remain, humbly bringin' in 'da noise, bringin' in 'da funk, by the mail slot of the mail room, near the first arch of the Mala Strana side of Charles Bridge, where they serve great hot rum, gratis for me, yours truly, funky
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