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Rickie Lee Jones - Danny's All Star Joint
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Гитара
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Аккордеон
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Бэк-вокал
Joe Turanio
Joe Turanio
Бэк-вокал
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Бэк-вокал
Matthew Weiner
Matthew Weiner
Бэк-вокал
Michael McDonald
Michael McDonald
Бэк-вокал
Red Callender
Red Callender
Бас-гитара
Willie Weeks
Willie Weeks
Бас-гитара
Jeff Porcaro
Jeff Porcaro
Барабаны
Mark Stevens
Mark Stevens
Барабаны
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Барабаны
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Ударные инструменты
Fred Tackett
Fred Tackett
Гитара
Buzz Feiten
Buzz Feiten
Гитара
Chuck Findley
Chuck Findley
Валторна
Ernie Watts
Ernie Watts
Валторна
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Валторна
Mac Rebennack
Mac Rebennack
Клавишные инструменты
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Клавишные инструменты
Ralph Grierson
Ralph Grierson
Клавишные инструменты
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Клавишные инструменты
Michael Boddicker
Michael Boddicker
Синтезатор
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Синтезатор
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Автор песен
Johnny Mandel
Johnny Mandel
Аранжировщик оркестра
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Аранжировщик оркестра
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Продюсер
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Продюсер
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Мастеринг-инженер
Lloyd Cliff
Lloyd Cliff
Инженер
Roger Nichols
Roger Nichols
Инженер
Tom Knox
Tom Knox
Инженер

Слова

Downstairs at Danny's All Star Joint They got a juke box that goes doyt, doyt The vice is nice, it stays in the back all day But when the night-time comes, hey, hey There's this cat down there, that makes a bad kinda soup I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe Cecil gives me coffee, and he won't never take my coin I say, "I got thirty dollars in my pocket, whatchoo doing?" I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar Come on, Cecil, take a ten" But I finally get up into a whole bunch of big ones And you're actin' like I'm down shifting He knows all the under riders on the boulevard They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty weight hard They look particularly dead beat, permanently pale Cecil picks up his butcher knife and he waves it at the jail The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some O.J" I said, "don't look at me" ('Cause he was lookin' my way) Then, Cecil winks upon him, some juice and some green And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine And he says, "come on, Cec, gimme a dollar Come on Cecil, gimme five I'm in a half way house, on a one way street Ooh, and I'm a quarter past left alive" Ooh, oh He can talk about your people in a wonderful way He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey Your sister's into mustard, she loves to walk the pup She like pickles and a relish, she never gets enough Hershey milkshake steamin on a stick Get a Carter Blanche sandwich Oh lettuce get it thick It's not becuase I'm dirty, it's not because I'm clean Not because I kissed the boys behind the magazines Hey boys, how bout a fight? Here comes Ricky with her girdle on tight She don't know your name, she knows what you got From your macho balls to the chicken in the pot Chicken in the pot Chicken in the pot Chicken in the Downstairs at Danny's all star joint They got a jukebox that goes doyt, doyt Finger snappin', delux make ya bee bop bap And your a Ivy league Your hep scat You can't break the rules, until you know how to play the game If you just wanna have a little fun, you can mention my name But keep your feet in the street, your toes in the lawn But keep your business in your pocket baby, that's where it belongs Come on Cecil take a dollar Come on Cecil take a tip Hey, do your self a favor, if she offers it, take it But honey don't give it away, if he don't appreciate it Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, hold up, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah
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