well the chainsmoker he called the stockbroker
he said hell i hate to sell we've been doin really well
but i need a little liquidity you know i think they might be onto me
you see we all went down to meet that guy with the eyepatch
and i was nervous i was naseous i was drippin wet with heat rash
and the stark bar's filled with cardsharks and the carparks they get so dark
and the false starts make me jumpy and those chicks were just so dumpy
and those pimps with the shrimps from the blimpie up on 5th street
i shoulda known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy
finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives, he was drippin wet with gin fizz
he was half dead and dynamite
with the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band
a big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan
he cooled himself off with a japanese handfan
motioned for silence and then he began, he said
you know this clown they call the night club dwight
he's got a place called the nice nice that he won rollin dice dice
dwight likes the lights he likes roamin the foam
now dwight's never home now that dwight's got a jones
dwight was pretty nice when he took out that loan from us
now dwight don't got the courtesy to pick up the phone for us
made a joke and leaned in close and then he spoke, he said
i want night club dwight dead in his grave
i want the nice nice up in blazes