Из альбома: Rickie Lee Jones
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 
Cuz we was Coolsville....cuz we was Coolsville 
Well you stick it here; 
you stick it over there; 
but it never fits 
And now a hungry night you want more and more 
and you chip in your little kiss. 
Well, I jumped all his jokers, 
but he trumped all my tricks 
And I swear to God I thought this one was smart enough to 
stick it into Coolsville.....yeah 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 the real thing is back in town...
Ask me if you wanna know The way to Coolsville....
(Well I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville... 
Well come on honey, take you back...to Coolsville)