Thursday, December 25, 2008

Step Right Up or How I Stole Tom Waits' Words


Step right up.

Herd through them

Turnstiles and

Step lively boy,

Step right up.


We got yellow slacks and

Newfangled antiques fresh

From China, ten cents apiece.


We got bootlegged rum and

Cigarettes and all the tools

The Devil'll ever need.


There're pretty girls with

Dead eyes and fake pockets and

Eyes made of glass for

Dead heads and empty sockets and


Step right up.


*Incredible scat beat*


Step right up.


Yeah that's right,


Step right up.


Babalabap bap.


Step right up.

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