Choochtown

My name is Chooch, I don't know what you heard About the night in question Word, it's only half the story 'cause a lot more went down I don't hang out with Bobby, man, he's a fucking clown I mean I might sell him drugs or a stereo that's hot But I hang out with players and Bobby definitely is not I hang in bars uptown, I got a credit card scam I got a call from McClusky, you know he thinks he's the man 'Cause he's a hot shit lawyer, friend to the stars And it's mad crazy money, and it's styling bad cars He calls me up to his office, 'cause he knows I know the street He says, "Close the door", ooh, very discreet He says, "Got a little problem" maybe I can check He says, "You wanna make a thousand?" I said, "Yeah, what the heck" Seems he's got a famous client that had his house cleaned In more ways than one, if you know what I mean And the house maid stole some photos of him and some kids And if this stuff should surface, well, this client hits the skids A blackmail letter, I didn't ask how much He gave me an address, I said I'd be in touch, and hey I'm good to go I'm good to go I'm good to go You know So I check out the address, she moves out on the 15th There's a guy Joe Brush who lives there and he spills the beans Seems she moves out at night, she didn't pay the rent She got a boyfriend calling the shots, but he don't know where they went Then Joe remembers that this boyfriend's a cook At the Toddle House, so I go over there and take a look It's the graveyard shift, I'm there at 3 a.m. I ask about the photos but things get out of hand So I stuff him in the cooler, 'cause I rearrange his face I rifle through his pockets, I find a lease on a new place I heard noises in the back, so I go out where they're eating And there's fucking Bobby man, giving the place a verbal beating And I'm trying to be invisible, he's yelling, "Hey, Chooch, come here" I figure I'll sit with these guys 'til I can make it clear But I gotta hit the cook's house, you know, tonight And of course, when we're leaving, fucking Bobby's gotta fight, well hey I'm good to go I'm good to go I'm good to go You know So I ditch these guys quick, I take a cab to the address And the housemaid gives up the photos with very little stress But as I round the corner something dawns on me I recognize from these photos, this old actor from TV And he's having sex with children, now this would close the door On future shots on Bay Watch and Mary Tyler Moore So I visit this old actor, firmly explain my situation And he gives me 90 G's to show his appreciation And I buy an El Camino until the heat dies down I figure I'll visit Texas, I like that Houston town, and hey I'm good to go I'm good to go I'm good to go You know Hey, Baldy there, you're always writing them songs About like Joe Brush and, you know, Bobby Why don't you write something about me, man? I got something for you, listen to this Maybe you know a little place you can go Where there's always blow, Choochtown What do you think, man, pretty cool, huh Hey, hey, Baldy, step over here by the cooler Let's talk about this for a second, come on Yeah, alright I'm good to go I'm good to go I'm good to go You know Yeah, I'm good to go I'm good to go Yeah, I'm good to go