Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitarra
Nick DeCaro
Acordeón
Arno Lucas
Voces de fondo
Joe Turanio
Voces de fondo
Leslie Smith
Voces de fondo
Matthew Weiner
Voces de fondo
Michael McDonald
Voces de fondo
Red Callender
Bajo
Willie Weeks
Bajo
Jeff Porcaro
Batería
Mark Stevens
Batería
Steve Gadd
Batería
Victor Feldman
Percusión
Fred Tackett
Guitarra
Howard Feiten
Guitarra
Chuck Findley
Corno
Ernie Watts
Corno
Tom Scott
Corno
Mac Rebennack
Teclados
Neil Larsen
Teclados
Ralph Grierson
Teclados
Randy Kerber
Teclados
Michael Boddicker
Sintetizador
Randy Newman
Sintetizador
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Rickie Lee Jones
Autoría
Alfred Johnson
Autoría
Johnny Mandel
Orquestación
Nick DeCaro
Orquestación
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Lee Herschberg
Masterización
Lloyd Cliff
Ingeniería
Roger Nichols
Ingeniería
Tom Knox
Ingeniería
Lenny Waronker
Producción
Russ Titelman
Producción
Letra
[Verse 1]
Sal was working at Nyro's Nook in downtown
Selling articles of congress to these people downtown
He was pretty sleazy when I met him
A weasel in a poor boy's wool
A weasel in a poor boy's wool
A weasel in a poor boy's wool
Just like a weasel, yeah
[Verse 2]
Sal lives in a black vinyl pen in New Jersey
Buys his meat from a whore next door
He wants it rare but he gets it well
A weasel on a short order floor
A weasel on a short order floor
A weasel on a short order—
Like a weasel, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals
Angela, Perry and Mario
[Instrumental]
A kid sinister with the bus stop blues
A quarter could take you home
A dime could make a dream come true
But a weasel ain't got a dime for the phone
Weasel ain't got a dime for the phone
Weasel ain't got a dime for the phone
Doesn't— weasel don't got a dime for the phone
[Chorus]
So, Sal, say good-bye to your mom and your dad
Sal, say good-bye to the barrio
Sal, say good-bye to your buddies and your pals
Angela, Perry and Mario
[Instrumental]
You did the dancing in the welfare lines, Sal
Actin' like some jerk-off fool
When we could lay out eatin' peaches on the beaches
A weasel in a white boy's cool
A weasel in a white boy's cool
A— A weasel in a white, white boy's, baby, like this
Like we're all in a white boy's cool, cool
Like a weasel
Written by: Alfred Johnson, Rickie Lee Jones