Palookaville

The Smoke City Wildcat was the toughest of the bunch

He proved it with his fists six times a month

Went eighteen rounds with Gunboat Flynn

His jaw broke to pieces and hanging off the hinge

He never made much money but he did alright

Those Pittsburgh boys are just born to fight

'Til a mining camp bout with Steamboat Bill

Punched his one way ticket to Palookaville

 To Palookaville

 To Palookaville

 

Buddy Holly had the music deep inside

Long before he ever took that airplane ride

He never had to play the Hard Rock Hotel

Or sing the Seminole Casino Blues but I guess it's just as well

Forwards or backwards it's all the same

No-one ever really knows you they just know your name

It's a real short ride from the from the house on the hill

To waking up one morning in Palookaville

 In Palookaville

 In Palookaville

I heard those stories when I was just a little kid

With dreams of my own that I just couldn't keep hid

Now they're cutting my hours at the Save-A-Lot

I guess I should be thankful for what I've got

Like a cigar smoking on a windowsill

I can just about hold myself together, still

I'm too old to try and hold the weather

Time's running away and I'm just gonna let her