TOM WAITS
Opening to "Nighthawks at the Diner"
Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rafael's Silver Cloud Lounge.
Slip me a little crimson, Jimson. Give me the low down, bro. What's the scoop, Betty Boob? I'm on my way into town.
Christ, I'd rather … I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
Oh well, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah. Little news I like to throw in your direction. See I, I used to know a girl, yeah, and it was a hubba-hubba ding dang ding. I said, "Baby you've got everything." A week later it was a hubba-hubba and ding dang dong. "Baby, this sure didn't last too long."
I know it. Things are tough all over, ain't getting any better. I was moved, to kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forecast for you this evening. What I'm talking about is …
Well you know I've been playing nightclubs, staying out all night long, coming home late. Gone for three months, come back and everything in your refrigerator turns into a science project.
So you get designs on a waitress, you know. She's got three or four kids. She's sorting out her checks and she's counting out the change and you say, "Hey, Baby, heat me up a bear claw on the radar range."
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