... want to know where I was last night?... on that fine Saturday night with lasagna in the oven?.... well, wonder no more... for I was contentedly sipping Scotch and happily knee-deep in my latest musical purchase... the album "Heartattack and Vine".... and I found a real gem, boys and girls... check this out....
You got to tell me brave captain why are the wicked so strong? How do the angels get to sleep when the Devil leaves his porch light on?
.. good God, I do so love Tom Waits.... "Mr. Seigal", indeed.... follow that link to sing along, children....
Oh, well Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin' dangerous curves across the dirty sheets. He said: when the bitch is wound up, and her parents are gone. Man you ought to hear her with the siren on.
... heh heh.. "with the siren on"... I like that... truly excellent stuff.... and the opening lines about the Mexican whorehouse are priceless.... not sure about the whole "Fremont Street" line though...