| He makes himself say, Yeah, but Whitey's on the... 187 |
[Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:41 am] |
He makes himself say, Yeah, but Whitey's on the payroll, I done as much work as himNow, listen, Roy, listen, don't let anyone hear ya talkin' like that, Jesus, they'll be thinkin' you're a sorehead, you built up a name heah for yourself, you don't want to be takin' chances with it
One night he goes out to Cambridge to see a girl, but she has stood him upHe ends by walking through the streets, and wandering along the banks of the CharlesThe goddam bitch, none of them can fool me, they all put out for the right guy, but they just don' gimme a chance, the caards are stacked against me, it's the goddam breaks I just never get themI work my ass off at the club, and what does it get me?
He sits down on a bench, and looks at the water languidly flowingThe lights from the Harvard Houses are reflecting in itWork your ass off, work, work, work, and who the hell gives a damn, you're just stuck, if I'd had some big dough she'da been waitin' around for me, and with her legs ready to spread too, I bet she ran off with some Jewboy who's got |
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