Waits, Tom - Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission) Lyrics






Well, the dawn cracked hard just like a bullwhip
Cause it wasn't taking no lip from the night before
And it shook out the streets, as the stew bums showed up
Like bounced checks, rubbing their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, and the parking lots growled
My old sport coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late night motel
The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
And he got a message for you to beware
Kicking your ass in, in a cold-blooded fashion
And dishing out more than a good man can bear

And I got shoes untied, my shirttail is out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
Just an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar Theater with live burlesque
Man, the manager's scowling, with his feet on the desk
Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurting, ay-ay
And then push came to shove, and shove came to biff
Girls like that just lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to Cleveland and, you know, get me a tattoo or something
My brother-in-law lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was that a Malibu?
Vroooooom, vroooooom
Yeah, it's Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
Coming on to the broads with the same old riff, yeah
'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place?
We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' eh-he-he'
'No thank you,' she said, eh-he-he, 'you got any Stan Getz records?'
'No man, I got eh... Smothers Brothers'

So I combed back my Detroit, jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams' and I jackknifed my legs
Yeah, I got designs on a moving violation
Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's getting mighty cold
It's colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups
pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter
In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

Well, I don't need you, baby
You see, it's a well known fact, you know
I'm four sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
I'm glad you're gone, cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home
Yeah, and I struggled out of bed

Cause the dawn was cracking hard just like a bullwhip
And it wasn't taking no lip from the night before
Yeah, as it shook out the streets and the stew bums showed up
Just like bounced checks, rubbing their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And my old sport coat full of promissory notes
And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
He got a message for you to beware
Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
He'll be dishing out more than a good man can bear
Well let's take it to Bakersfield, get a little apartment somewhere





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  1. b.... ....

    The sky turned the color of Pepto Bismol.

  2. J.... S....

    Tom....what can anyone say? (-:

  3. H.... S....

    Amazing!@❤️😍😍🤛👊👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🇵🇱😤🤓🤠😎

  4. J.... B....

    well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip
    cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
    as it shook out the street, the stew bums showed up
    just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
    and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
    and the parking lots growled
    and my old sports coat full of promissory notes
    and a receipt from a late night motel
    and the hawk had his whole family out
    there in the wind, and he's got a message
    for you to beware cause he be kickin' your
    ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
    dishin' out more than a good man can bear
    I got shoes untied, shirt tail's out, ain't got a
    ghost of a chance with this old romance
    just an apartment for rent down the block
    Ivar Theater with live burlesque
    and the manager's scowlin', feet on his desk
    boom boom against the curtain
    you're still hurtin'
    and then push came to shove, shove came to biff
    girls like that just lay you out stiff
    maybe I'll go to Cleveland or
    get me a tattoo or somethin', my brother
    in law's there
    skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
    was that a Malibu
    Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
    cumming on to the broads with the
    same ol' riff. Hey baby come up to
    my place, we'll listen to some
    smooth music on the stereo, no thank you
    got any Stan Getz records
    no I got Smothers Brothers
    so I combed back my Detroit
    jack up my pegs, wiped my Stacy Adams
    jacknifed my legs, yea I got designs
    on a moving violation
    hey baby, you put me on hold and I'm
    out in the wind and it's getting
    mighty cold...
    colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
    with 9 sucking pups pullin' a 4 trap
    up a hill in the dead of win

  5. O.... Y....

    Thank you for posting this. ^_^

  6. T.... T....

    It sounds like Mr.King Dice song

    T.... T....

    Way different voices, but I see your point

  7. u.... ....

    Colder than a gutshot bitch wolf dog with nine suckin' pups pulling a number 4 trap up a hill in the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills. (In another live version he adds "Colder than a Jewish American Princess on her honeymoon.")

  8. J.... J....

    Kickin you ass in a cold blooded fashion.

  9. T.... O....

    No dislikes.  Not sure I like that.

    T.... O....

    There you go :-) be happy.....

    T.... O....

    Fair point. I was confused, again.

  10. T.... O....

    I'm 53 too. Life here in Ireland was a bit grim during my formative years. Things began to improve eventually. Sometime in the mid eighties, I happened upon a pub (bar) in north Kerry. Tom Waits was sitting in the pub drinking beer. He seems to spent a fair bit of time here. Anyway, time to go. I'ts colder than a well digger's ass here.

  11. F.... ....

    It's colder than a gut-shot bitch wolf dog with nine sucking pups
    pulling a number-four trap up a hill in the dead of winter
    In the middle of a snowstorm with a mouth full of porcupine quills

    F.... ....

    Sounds about as cold as it gets.

  12. a.... ....

    God I love this song...I always wondered why his sister didn't live in Cleveland too...just his "brother-in-law"!?

    a.... ....

    Maybe his sister is dead to him?

    a.... ....

    Exactly

  13. b.... b....

    tom waits on top form,a great album

  14. T.... R....

    This song CHANGED MY LIFE.....'nuff said....

  15. T.... O....

    Last refuge of the resplendant,.

  16. T.... O....

    Great video.

  17. K.... B....

    Kickin' you ass in
    In a cold-blooded fashion.