Tuesday, September 27, 2011
A Chance Like That
I can't believe I gotta sit through this. Boss says go I go. Says this fathead's playin' way past payin' now. He ain't got no use exceptin' what he can learn to the others. He shoulda knowed that eventually you gotta pay the band. Oh, he's gonna wail until I shut him up. Sidle up next to him in the alley and take his elbow like we's on a date, only I leaves fingerprints in him right off so he knows what's what. All the way in the car he's gonna walk Spanish and tell the side of my head that he's got the lettuce stashed and all I gotta do is let him go get it. He knows I'm hard-boiled but he thinks we're still talkin'. Talkin's over, you lizard. I got sent 'cause I got no conversation in me. He's such a swell with the broads when he's gamblin' with other people's dough and drinking champagne and wine. He's gonna look a lot different under the lights I'm gonna show him. Man's gotta learn. He ain't gonna like it but he should get down on his knees and thank me because I'm sent from heaven and I make you repent first so you can meet your maker baptised. Who else is gonna give a man a chance like that?