Coolsville

(albüm: Rickie Lee Jones - 1979)

I and Braggar and Junior Lee
Well, that's the way we always thought it would be
In the wind-strewn leaves of September, how we met
Decked out like aces, we'd beat anybody's bet

'Cause we was Coolsville
'Cause we was Coolsville

Well, you stick it here
You stick it over there
But it never fits
And now a hungry night
Wants more and more
When you chip in your little kiss

Well, I jumped all his jokers
But he trumped all my tricks
And I, I, I swear to God
I thought this one was smart enough to
Stick it into Coolsville
Yeah, stick it into Coolsville
Ooh, hey, stick it into Coolsville

So, now it's J and B and me, and that sounds close
But it ain't the same
Well, that's okay
Hot city don't hurt that much but everything feels the same
Well, the real thing come and the real thing go
Well, uh, the real thing is back in town
Ask me if you want to know the way to Coolsville
Well, I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville
Well come on honey, take you back to Coolsville