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mojo nixon – where the hell’s my money? كلمات اغاني

yeah, me and skid roper pull into town
yeah, we pull into town, we gonna be layin’ ’em down
yeah, man, we go to the local record store
and they got our record out, sittin’ real prominently on the shelf there
and we go, “great googlie mooglie!”

yeah, man, we go to the college radio station
and they say they been waitin’ for us
all day long
all day long
all day long

so we do a little interview and then we go down to the rock ‘n’ roll club, man
and we do a sound check, you know
we be checkin’ out all kind of sounds, we be doin’
we goin’, “hoo ha hee…”
yeah

yeah, man, and then the local band gets up on the stage
and they begin to rage
they begin to rock ‘n’ roll
they got the super soul
goin’ up through the beats
they started grabbin’ their tallywhackers and they say
“baby, baby, what’s on your mind?”
well, the way the really do it is more like
“baby, baby, what’s on your mind?”

man, and the place was packed
i mean, wall to wall
i mean, there was like, wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling
you couldn’t get another person in there with a crowbar
i mean, the club owner was out there with a crowbar stickin’ more people in
yeah, that’s right, y’know, and they couldn’t fit a razor blade between these people
they was all there waitin’ to see mojo nixon and skid roper do the rock ‘n’ roll thing
and we said, “baby, we have come to do the rock ‘n’ roll thing”

and then we started
oh, we started rockin’
yeah, we started boppin’
we started a fornication nation

“ah, mojo and skid, yeah”

so, man, after we were rockin’ for about an hour or two hours
encores, out the door, crowbar, maintaining a psychotic reaction and everything
well, me and skid roper, it’s about 2:30
2:30 sunday morning, and we say, “hmm, we gotta get paid
we gotta get paid, now who’s in charge of this place, you know?”

so we’re lookin’ around
we ask the doorman, the bartender, we ask ’em all and they say
“you have to talk to the owner”
so we go find the owner and he says
“mojo, mojo, i got your money, mojo, i got your money
but, you know, i had to pay the doorman and the sound man
and i had to pay the light man
and you had three guests, mojo
three people on the guest list
so i figure that your money for the gig comes to
seven dollars and forty-eight cents”

seven dollars and forty-eight cents, huh?
you mean, uh, like, seven george washington dollars
and two cents less than fifty cents
he said, “yes, mojo, that’s what i mean”
i says, “hmmm…”

right at this moment, i pull out a 1936 colt .45 single-action service revolver
that my daddy used in the big war
and i place the cold, steel barrel up against this slug’s head
and i yell

where the h-ll’s my money
where the h-ll’s my money

yeah, right at this moment skid roper takes out his otay-matia washboard
on a stick and winds up like hava najesus
and smacks the corrugated tin right across this pusbag’s face
leavin’ dents never to leave
and we both scream

where the h-ll’s my money
where the h-ll’s my money

yeah, i c-ck the trigger on the revolver
and mister, mr. club owner says, “okay, mojo, okay, mojo
um, i mean, last week we had the floating doo-doo b-lls in here
and, and they didn’t draw too many people and i don’t have too much money”
and i said, “wait a minute”
i said, “if i want any sh-t outta you, i’ll squeeze your head, boy”

yeah, so he gets his big mother lode of bills
i’m talkin’ about big, dog-chokin’ mother lode of bills
he starts peelin’ off fives, ten, twenties, thirties
i say, “whoa, whoa, wait a minute, thirties?
where you get this thirty-dollar bill, man?
there ain’t no thirty-dollar bills with bill graham’s picture on it
what do you think i am, some kind of dummy?
what kind of fool are you, boy?”

so we get our percent of the money
fifty percent of the door, five thousand peoples
we got about seven thousand dollars, not seven dollars
we start rantin’ and ravin’, we head out of town
in a ’67 ford fairlane station wagon
and we gotta take off like kyle petty
like richard petty
i’m talkin’ about, like wendell scott
like pee wee roberts, yeah

and these two nubile, obviously-under-age, young women
are hangin’ on to the roof rack
and these two little madonna wanna-bes are goin’, “woo…”
and the club owner is wipin’ the p–p out of his pants
and his ugly wife, i’m talkin’ about b-tt-ugly, super b-tt-ugly
b-tt-ugly super-zilla, that’s what i’m talkin’ about
with the double-ought sh-lls out of a 410 shotgun
is firin’ at our b-tts as we go off into the sunrise
and the wanna-be madonnas
we figure out these wanna-be madonnas
we figure out they must be undercover cops
so we take ’em to their daddy’s house and they get little spanking
yeah, a spanking, baby
i’ll rank ya

yeah, so, me and skid, man, we’re pullin’ out of town
we’re pullin’ out of the town, out on the interstate
we’re sittin’ in the ford wagon
and on the side of the road we see everybody that’s ever been done wrong
everybody that’s ever been cheated
everybody that’s ever been swindled
everybody that’s ever been taken in by some sleazy, sc-mbag club owner
and they’re all standin’ out there
and they’re standin’ out there wavin’ their hands in the air
and everybody’s saying

where the h-ll’s my money
where the h-ll’s my money
where the h-ll’s my money, yeah
where the h-ll’s my money, everybody

where the h-ll’s my my my my money
where the h-ll’s my money
goddammit, where’s my money, man
i’m not gonna take seven dollars, you evil pig
you know, i wouldn’t p-ss in your mouth if your stomach was on fire

hey, skid
where the h-ll’s my money

- mojo nixon

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