Talking Jukebox

I'm just a jukebox standing in a joint I'm all lit up with pretty-colored lights I'm a bum, I'm a beggar for nickels and dimes But I'm your millionaire a thousand times I watch you come in here, come through the door I watch you take a drink or three or four Then I wink at you with my electric eyes Carry you away to Paradise I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war Now let me tell you what they're fighting for To look at these old, steel lights and holes You might not think I got a soul But the workers that worked hard to bring me to life Want me to tell the secrets of your life I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war Now let me tell you what they're fighting for I got a waxy voice and a mechanical brain Look in these eyes. Am I insane? I haven't found my real voice yet But your stories and your history, I'll never forget And I mean your personal history 'Cause I know all about you I know every step you ever took Every book you never read Every hand you ever held Every kiss you ever stole Every job you ever lost Every single, solitary penny that you've cheated Who out of Who'd have ever believed that one of these days or nights You'd put a nickel in me and hear every single truth about yourself? 'Cause I'm a two-, I'm a four-, I'm a 12-bar beater I'm partly honest, I'm partly a cheater There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war Now let me tell you what we're fighting for I'm a four-, I'm a six-, I'm a eight-bar hitter Feed me the nickels, I ain't no quitter There's a million human skulls in here fighting a war Now let me tell you what they're fighting for For a better what? Better people? House, car, ship, plane, business? Maybe so