Lyrics

Emesis Basin Street Blues

She flew into my office like a bat out of luck
on steep Manolo Blahniks that had fallen off a truck.
She whipped her legs across the room like Bruce Lee with nunchuks
and stared at me through pupils the size of hockey pucks.

I asked how I could help her and she began to cry.
She told me what she wanted, but she didn’t tell me why.
She kissed me and she whispered, just before she said goodbye,
“You need a private dick if you’re in the public eye.”

When there’s nothing to give, but they’re asking for more,
when you can’t even scream ‘cause your throat is too sore,
when you’re driving the porcelain bus on the floor,
you know you’re a loser, but you don’t know the score.

There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for my daily plus expenses.
I’ve burned a lot of bridges and destroyed a lot of fences.
I don’t expect forgiveness for all my past offenses.
So you can guess the denouement before the plot commences.

When you’re down on your luck and you’re down on your knees,
and it hurts you to breathe and it kills you to sneeze,
you’re begging for someone to answer your pleas,
alleviate your suffering, and cure this long disease.

I thought that I was dry ice cold, but she was even colder.
She didn’t skip a beat or bat an eye when I told her
that after tonight you won’t be getting any older.
Beauty is a poke in the eye of the beholder.