| Song | Pasties and a G-String |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Live in Concert (1977) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| Smelling like a brewery, | |
| looking like a tramp | |
| I ain't got a quarter | |
| got a postage stamp | |
| Been five o'clock shadow boxing | |
| all around the town | |
| Talking with the old men | |
| sleeping on the ground | |
| Bazanti bootin | |
| al zootin al hoot | |
| and Al Cohn | |
| sharin this apartment | |
| with a telephone pole | |
| and it's a fish-net stockings | |
| spike-heel shoes | |
| Strip tease, prick tease | |
| car kease blues | |
| and the porno floor show | |
| live nude girls | |
| dreamy and creamy | |
| and the brunette curls | |
| Chesty Morgan and a | |
| Watermelon Rose | |
| raise my rent and take off | |
| all your clothes | |
| with the trench coats | |
| magazines bottle full of rum | |
| she's so good, it make | |
| a dead man cum, with | |
| pasties and a g-string | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| wrinkles and cherry | |
| and twinky and pinky | |
| and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
| fanfares rim shots | |
| back stage who cares | |
| all this hot burlesque for me | |
| cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
| from the nape of her neck | |
| to the lip stick lips | |
| chopped and channeled | |
| and lowered and louvered | |
| and a cheater slicks | |
| and baby moons | |
| she's hot and ready | |
| and creamy and sugared | |
| and the band is awful | |
| and so are the tunes | |
| crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
| and I'm getting harder than | |
| Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
| from the compendium here | |
| hey sweet heart they're yellin for more | |
| squashing out your cigarette butts | |
| on the floor | |
| and I like Shelly | |
| you like Jane | |
| what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
| it's an early bird matinee | |
| come back any day | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can't get at home | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can't get at home | |
| pasties and a g-string | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| popcorn, front row | |
| higher than a kite | |
| and I'll be back tomorrow night | |
| and I'll be back tomorrow night |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| Smelling like a brewery, | |
| looking like a tramp | |
| I ain' t got a quarter | |
| got a postage stamp | |
| Been five o' clock shadow boxing | |
| all around the town | |
| Talking with the old men | |
| sleeping on the ground | |
| Bazanti bootin | |
| al zootin al hoot | |
| and Al Cohn | |
| sharin this apartment | |
| with a telephone pole | |
| and it' s a fishnet stockings | |
| spikeheel shoes | |
| Strip tease, prick tease | |
| car kease blues | |
| and the porno floor show | |
| live nude girls | |
| dreamy and creamy | |
| and the brunette curls | |
| Chesty Morgan and a | |
| Watermelon Rose | |
| raise my rent and take off | |
| all your clothes | |
| with the trench coats | |
| magazines bottle full of rum | |
| she' s so good, it make | |
| a dead man cum, with | |
| pasties and a gstring | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| wrinkles and cherry | |
| and twinky and pinky | |
| and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
| fanfares rim shots | |
| back stage who cares | |
| all this hot burlesque for me | |
| cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
| from the nape of her neck | |
| to the lip stick lips | |
| chopped and channeled | |
| and lowered and louvered | |
| and a cheater slicks | |
| and baby moons | |
| she' s hot and ready | |
| and creamy and sugared | |
| and the band is awful | |
| and so are the tunes | |
| crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
| and I' m getting harder than | |
| Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
| from the compendium here | |
| hey sweet heart they' re yellin for more | |
| squashing out your cigarette butts | |
| on the floor | |
| and I like Shelly | |
| you like Jane | |
| what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
| it' s an early bird matinee | |
| come back any day | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can' t get at home | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can' t get at home | |
| pasties and a gstring | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| popcorn, front row | |
| higher than a kite | |
| and I' ll be back tomorrow night | |
| and I' ll be back tomorrow night |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| Smelling like a brewery, | |
| looking like a tramp | |
| I ain' t got a quarter | |
| got a postage stamp | |
| Been five o' clock shadow boxing | |
| all around the town | |
| Talking with the old men | |
| sleeping on the ground | |
| Bazanti bootin | |
| al zootin al hoot | |
| and Al Cohn | |
| sharin this apartment | |
| with a telephone pole | |
| and it' s a fishnet stockings | |
| spikeheel shoes | |
| Strip tease, prick tease | |
| car kease blues | |
| and the porno floor show | |
| live nude girls | |
| dreamy and creamy | |
| and the brunette curls | |
| Chesty Morgan and a | |
| Watermelon Rose | |
| raise my rent and take off | |
| all your clothes | |
| with the trench coats | |
| magazines bottle full of rum | |
| she' s so good, it make | |
| a dead man cum, with | |
| pasties and a gstring | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| wrinkles and cherry | |
| and twinky and pinky | |
| and FeFe live from Gay Paree | |
| fanfares rim shots | |
| back stage who cares | |
| all this hot burlesque for me | |
| cleavage, cleavage thighs and hips | |
| from the nape of her neck | |
| to the lip stick lips | |
| chopped and channeled | |
| and lowered and louvered | |
| and a cheater slicks | |
| and baby moons | |
| she' s hot and ready | |
| and creamy and sugared | |
| and the band is awful | |
| and so are the tunes | |
| crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly | |
| and I' m getting harder than | |
| Chinese algebraziers and cheers | |
| from the compendium here | |
| hey sweet heart they' re yellin for more | |
| squashing out your cigarette butts | |
| on the floor | |
| and I like Shelly | |
| you like Jane | |
| what was the girl with the snake skins name | |
| it' s an early bird matinee | |
| come back any day | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can' t get at home | |
| getcha little sompin | |
| that cha can' t get at home | |
| pasties and a gstring | |
| beer and a shot | |
| Portland through a shot glass | |
| and a Buffalo squeeze | |
| popcorn, front row | |
| higher than a kite | |
| and I' ll be back tomorrow night | |
| and I' ll be back tomorrow night |