Tom Waits - Metropolitan Glide lyrics

Are you ready!? Are you ready!? Are you ready!? Knocky Parker told Bowlegged Sal They all know how to kick it in Cal They're playing this dope and this-a money tune Dancing baby with a 7 mile broom Things are bulging out the rafters like hell Down there at the Hush Hotel They're jumping right out of their seats, dancing to the bran' new beat Do……the Metropolitan Glide Do……the Metropolitan Glide The floor is polished and your momma's gone You can quake and roll and moan 29 gypsies in a Cadillac stoned Turn off the ringer on your cellular phone Whip the air like a Rainbow Trout Drag your tail pipe till you bottom out Do……the Metropolitan Glide Do……the Metropolitan Glide Hey! Hey! Do……the Metropolitan Glide The low bottom of the China moon The black swan and the way too soon Ace pocket and the dog bone gone The peaco*k and the mean black swan The rain shower and high heeled shoe Bombay money and I know I can do it The sink hole and the victory dance It's in the pocket in the real tight pants Do.... the Metropolitan Glide Do.... the Metropolitan Glide Hey! The Metropolitan! The Metropolitan! Show your teeth, bray like a calf You k** me with your machine gun laugh You make me trouble with the floor that's creaking I've been ready to ka-boom for a week Put on your stockings and your powder and blush Keep it all on the hush, hush, hush Do..... the Metropolitan Glide Do..... the Metropolitan Glide Do..... the Metropolitan Glide Do..... the Metropolitan Glide The Metropolitan! Do..... the Metropolitan Glide Do..... the Metropolitan Glide