Good Stuff

I walked into Looney's Tired and tied Me and my Julie Been fightin' all night Bankroll don't like it When I come in late We got a big beef With the Sulking Son We must liquidate We cab down to the Same Mart For Lookey Luke They all lounging in the lobby Then we do what we come to do Lotsy goes down easy Moe takes it in the face Weinberg Brothers Run for cover Squirtin' metal all over the place There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the Good Stuff The Boss wants to party all night My Julie's in the chorus On Mr. Zigfield's stage My little canary In a golden cage I'm goofy and But she runs hot and cold It's a relief to get marchin' orders And just do just what I'm told Tonight we jack the convoy Two hundred barrel run Trucked in from Agooey In East Patterson Roll in 'round midnight Deliver to the Speaks All out bubble, no trouble Whole crew gets to get their beats There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the Good Stuff The Boss wants to party all night It's just about dawn When I finally get home I find my Twist With that punk Johnny Rome So I popped 'em both And I ankle downtown To a hot pass in a Need to kick that around There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the Good Stuff The Boss wants to party all night