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White Teeth Black Thoughts
July 2013

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Oh I've found beauty all my days with an eerie sense of doom
Lucky as Prometheus Unbound
It's Black Watch Polo on the Pampas
Private Jet to Cannes
Profiled on Finches Quarterly
They seek me ‘cause I am

The Babooch
Remember the name
I'm trouble but seriously
I'm a Brahmin boy with low intentions
Someone ought to have let you know

The Babooch
The Babooch
Bunga Bunga

Oh Britty says: "I'll go berserk if you drag tacky people through this door…
No Hedge Funders and no Poets or we come to blows "
"But Madame we networked while at Tsinghua
Wharton MBA
I play Gatsby to their plutocrat
We share a flat in the Marais"

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I'm the Babooch

When I throws it x3
When I throws, I throws a knuckleball
Yeah I'm a knuckleballer

They fly me in when there's ballroom dancing the perks and the surfin' remain outstanding and always nymphomaniacs.

Now at times
Nacho Figueras
Rings at 4 am and sings…
"Grab your Sperrys …
Lust ahoy it's a yacht orgy again"

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Im the Babooch

 

I school ‘em every chance I get
If they don't like it their all wet
I'm a soft-eyed lover
Swing time drummer
To rhythm I was born and bred

I've followed where it's led
I've wallowed and I've bled but
All it's given is one room livin' and
Sufferin' appalling debt

As the years go by
Yeah my insight flowers
When that nightclub saxophone
Cuts a thousand years of cigar sour

Play it play again Sam x 4
I want American Music
I need American Music
I love American Music

Whoa

Nasty rockin' on an Ozark porch
My savior rattlin' a Baptist church
Field hand hollers
Slave ship collars
I'm carrying my brothers' torch

When the lights go down
And my scales stop showin'
Boy I smash my fingers down on the
Only truth that's still worth knowin'

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Whoa

When the lights go down
And my scales stop showin'
Boy I smash my fingers down on the
Only truth that's still worth knowin'

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Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill
Well I made some crack about the hill
To Whiskey Jack and Vodka Jill

See those pictures on the wall?
Those two people came in fall
And stayed till New Years Eve
And they slept there on their sleeves

Jack was straight up
And tipped us nice
Drank his whiskey with no ice
Just a barfly throwin' darts
With a holocaust in his heart

Chorus La La La

Off the wagon for 20 years
That day she crash-landed here
She never got back on
After she met Jack McDowell

They'd move to a corner booth
And sit there while I would sweep
And move ‘em finally toward the door
And often as not they'd hit the floor

Chorus La La La

They never said a word
Or if they did it was too slurred
When Dick Clark dropped the ball
We found the empty bottle of Seconal

And Jack and Vodka Jill
Arms entwined and very still
This one's Jack and that ones Jill

Chorus La La La

 

Doug the Jitterbug
Just a silly lug
Young and wild with lots of style
Doug the Jitterbug

Just a crazy mug
Drinks liquor by the jug
He's alive with lots of jive
Doug the Jitterbug

They threw him out of school
'Cause all he learned was Tiger Rag
He never knew the golden rule
but boy, how he could shag

Doug the Jitterbug
Cuts a wicked rug
It ain't no shame, he's not to blame
He's Doug the Jitterbug

He studied to be a lawyer
But he never got a case
Every time they'd look for that cat in court
He'd be doing the pantywaist

Still I talk about Doug the Jitterbug
Cuts a wicked rug
It ain't no shame, he's not to blame
He's Doug the Jitterbug

We're flashin' white teeth
And we're thinkin' black thoughts
And we'd better walk away
before we both get caught

Lets turn around turn around
Please no need to talk
We're feelin' so weak
But we are for naught
Flashin' white teeth and thinkin' black thoughts

We're flashin' white teeth across a vast floor
That's why I'm wigglin' my ring
Then its straight to the elevator door
You're like a Balinese dancer snappin' her eyes
To lock on someone you caught mesmerized

Flashin' white teeth and we're thinkin' black thoughts

Keep on runnin' baby
Run and hide

"Here's to your endeavors
Make ‘em big and bold"
His last words I remember
Every time my feet get cold

His breath began to labor
I felt my tears pour out
Then grandma brang in the one thing
He most cared about

Oh yeah it was a Brown Flight Jacket (It said)
Hell from above
Grandpa gave it to me
On his death bed
with his Love
Brown Flight Jacket
Live till you die
I'm tail spinning on fire
And falling to deep water from the sky

He'd tried to calm his panic
When he hit the sea
A Japanese Destroyer
fished him out inhumanly

They clubbed him with their rifles
And dumped him in Bataan
He weighed less than 100 pounds
when they finally rescued him

Oh yeah it was his Brown Flight Jacket
Left in my care
I'm wrapped up in my fathers
As I pirouette and plummet through the air

I thread my arms into his sleeves (Son of his son)
But I kid myself
He fought his fear and won

We all cant live in razzle-dazzle days (Whoa)
But I wont go from thing to thing to… whatever pays

Chorus…. Deep water

 

 

Now just because you're pretty and you think you're mighty wise
You told me that you love me then you roll those big brown eyes
When I saw you last week your eyes were turning black
Go find the guy that beat you up ask him to take you back

Don't roll those bloodshot eyes at me
I can tell you been out on a spree
Its plain that your lyin' when you say you've been cryin'
Don't roll… those blood shot eyes at me

Now I used to spend my money to make you look real sweet
I wanted to be proud of you when we walked down the street
Now don't ask me to dress you up in satin and in silk
Your eyes look like two cherries in a glass of buttermilk

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Now I guess our little romance has finally simmered down
You should join the circus you'd make a real good clown
Your eyes look like a road map I'm scared to smell your breath
You'd better shut your peepers before you bleed to death

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Aw fat man struggle
Wiggle waggle wobble
Well he rolls like Jello
And he's fine and mellow ladies

Well roll a little faster
You fat bastard
Well Jakes frilly panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine"

When the big man struts his stuff
All the meat shakes on his bones
Well every time he quivers
Some skinny person loses a home

Well big man shakin'
Ya got the dance floor quakin'
Well Jakes frilly panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine!"

Fat Man- Roly poly
Fat Man- Holy moly
Fat Man- Ya got too much custard
Fat Man- Come on pass the mustard
Fat Man- shake it shake it alright

When the fatman cuts the rug
All the party gonna jump and shout
But the dance can't last forever
Everybody let it all hang out

Come on big fat ladies
Lets raise Hades
Well Jakes Frilly Panties they make me scream
"Oh gawd Jake yer a love machine!"

 

They had my yarbles on a plate
2 sickos from I'm sure the garden state
They know this big slut got no ka-ching
If she don't get loose she can't do a thing

Voila cough medicine to share
Do you know that foxy moron from the stairs?
Can you not curb your Schadenfreude and glee?
He's all woman as you twats can plainly see

Every day there's a stray hot child in the city come to claim all the ways and the tastes of the witty and urbane
Take a seat on the john let ‘em take glamour pictures
In the heat, skunky fog, in the sequins it itches Salomé

Don't make a face…

Ooo Chocolate dandy welterweights
And viper jive victrola 78's
It's White Slave starring Maria Montez
Let's wow ‘em Herculisa Oops… You dropped your fez

Every day there's a stray hot child in the city come to claim
all the ways and the tastes of the witty and urbane
Over time little lamb you'll burn like a tyger
but for now Cleopatrick the anvil is still forming you

Oh Huffin' Muggles
Huffin' Muggles Yeah

 

I want a bowlegged woman that's all
I want a bowlegged woman that's tall
I'll fall in love with her right from the start
because her big fat legs are so far apart

I want a bowlegged woman right now
I want to find me a gal somehow
She's got to be built like an ol' bass fiddle
Big bowed legs with plenty room in the middle

Got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today

He wants a bowlegged woman… yeah
He wants a bowlegged woman… boy

I'd fall in love with her right from the start
because her big fat legs are so far apart

He wants a bow legged woman… divine
A bowlegged woman that's fine

She don't have to be no glamour gal
But she's got to have hoops like an ol' beer barrel
Got to be on my way to find a bowlegged woman today

I found a bowlegged woman last night (yeah)
And man she was really all right
She had a solid straddle
When she came into battle
I dropped dead in the saddle
You couldn't hear a rattle
And wasn't nobody there to run and tattle

Got to be on my way
to find a bowlegged woman today
I say
My woman with big bowed legs

He was a certified union man
Layer of concrete he worked with his hands
Past the kids at the screen door and the dog on the porch
He did the floppy boot workin' mans march

He was at peace with the ways of the world
Had no religion no mystical urge
Just plainspoken wisdom and respect for the truth
With an occasional taste for a glass of vermouth

Somebody stole his ol' pick up truck
He done got stood up by lady luck
The profits, the bosses, the winter with its ice
You'll get no mercy so expect to sacrifice

But I still remember
How streetlights sparkled in the snow
That don't happen no more for me
And that's got to be the saddest thing I know
There's got to be a brighter star up above for my babies who I love
My sweet angels have dirty faces
They're like jewels in secret hiding places

Well the kids have got their birthdays soon
And the dog is howlin' at the moon
Aw get him to shut up hit him with a shoe
Take another shot what's a good man to do?

And this one could only take so much
When icy winter had us in its clutch
Christmas is here and we ain't got a tree
Great god almighty better get one for free

I threw my leg over a windowsill
I tell ya thievin' was a bitter pill
Now the cops are out front
I'm ashamed I done wrong
Life has gotta be more than some shitty country song

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