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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Gitarre
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Akkordeon
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Begleitgesang
Joe Turanio
Joe Turanio
Begleitgesang
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Begleitgesang
Matthew Weiner
Matthew Weiner
Begleitgesang
Michael McDonald
Michael McDonald
Begleitgesang
Red Callender
Red Callender
Bassgitarre
Willie Weeks
Willie Weeks
Bassgitarre
Jeff Porcaro
Jeff Porcaro
Schlagzeug
Mark Stevens
Mark Stevens
Schlagzeug
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Schlagzeug
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Fred Tackett
Fred Tackett
Gitarre
Howard Feiten
Howard Feiten
Gitarre
Chuck Findley
Chuck Findley
Horn
Ernie Watts
Ernie Watts
Horn
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Horn
Mac Rebennack
Mac Rebennack
Tasteninstrumente
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Tasteninstrumente
Ralph Grierson
Ralph Grierson
Tasteninstrumente
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Tasteninstrumente
Michael Boddicker
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Synthesizer
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Songwriter:in
Johnny Mandel
Johnny Mandel
Orchestrator:in
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Orchestrator:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Produzent:in
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Produzent:in
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lloyd Cliff
Lloyd Cliff
Ingenieur:in
Roger Nichols
Roger Nichols
Ingenieur:in
Tom Knox
Tom Knox
Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Downstairs at Danny's all-star joint
They've got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
The vice is nice, it stays in the back all day
But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey
There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup
I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe
Cecil gives me coffee and he won't never take my coin
I say, "I got thirty dollar in my pocket! Whatchoo doin'?"
[Chorus]
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar
Come on, Cecil, take a ten
Well, I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones
And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin'"
[Verse 2]
He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard
They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard
They look particularly dead-beat, permanently pale
Cecil picks up his butcher knife and he waves it at the jail
The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ"
I said, "Don't look at me", 'cause he was lookin' my way
Well, Cecil winks upon him some juice and some green
And the kid walks over and puts a quarter in the pinball machine
[Chorus]
And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar
Come on Cecil, gimme five
I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street
And I'm a quarter past left alive"
[Bridge]
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way
He can talk about your people till your hair turns grey
Your sister's into mustard, she loves to walk the pup
She likes the pickles and the relish, she never gets enough
A Hershey milkshake steamin' on a stick
Or a Carte Blanche sandwich, oh, lettuce get thick
It's not because I'm dirty, it's not because I'm clean
It's not because I kiss the boys behind the magazines
Hey boys, how 'bout a fight?
'Cause here comes Rickie with the girdle on tight
And if she don't know your name, she knows what you got
From your matzo balls to the chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken-in-the-pot
Chicken
[Verse 3]
Downstairs at Danny's all star joint
They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt
A finger-snappin' deluxe to make your bebop bap
And your R&B go hep-scat
You can't break the rules until you know how to play the game
But if you just wanna have a little fun, you can mention my name
Keep your feet in the street, your toes in the lawn
But keep your business in your pocket, mister, that's where it belongs
[Chorus]
Come on Cecil, take a dollar
Ah, come on Cecil, take a tip
Hey, do yourself a favor, if she offers it, take it
But, honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it
Written by: Rickie Lee Jones
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