Neon Magazine

Here I am

Well it was midnight when the music started burning down the block

With a witchin' out for all the city hounds

All the wolf pack boys were showin' ribs

Were pickin' on the pretty hens

And chasin' all the birds uptown

It was a time of night the taxi cab

Was all full of Johns and back street broads

And everybody needs a place to go

Somewhere beneath a sapphire moon

A siren sang like saxophones

Biddin' me on down the way to a little place I know

Well, say it's Gypsy Mac that runs the joint

He plays the penny clavinet

And he calls the place the Neon Magazine

Yeah, they got a circus show with dancing bears

And pink albino elephants

And trapeze swingers spittin' gasoline

They keep a brass band always bangin'

Out those Broadway rhytm beats

While the clientele keep smokin' up a cloud

And all the girls start gettin' loose

And silly on that sugar juice

And the people start to shout out loud

And they say

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Well, he mix all kinds of medicine

From Rally Riot to turpentine

Whatever be the thing to quench your thirst

And if you got a scratch to spend

On a fast woman or a slow gin

You can pick your poison if it don't pick you first

Oh, Miss Ruby croons on Saturday

She works the room and dances late

With the queen of spades tattooed on one tit

She like to check your pockets once or twice

To feel you up and treat you nice

But then she starts to play real hard to get

And she says

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Well, take a waltz down Diamond Avenue

And on your mind shine up your dancing shoes

Where the guts string gangs and the alley cats hang out

It's a barrel house, hot blood hotel

Full of dirty looks and cheap thrills

And things you don't even wanna know about

It's a place to catch the latest noise

Or the colored talk from the business boys

Who love to stay and sleaze the night away

Chase those after hour glamour queens

That pout their lips and talk so mean

And sell this masquerade

But it's okay by me, I just say

Yeah

Yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, it's cool baby

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's cool baby

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