The Bottom Dollars - Prizefighter Lyrics

Well it's unfamiliar
But I think we're fine
Right on this corner
By the street light
Well I got the money
And you've got the gun
I know you're not trying
To hurt anyone...

Now that's buzz, kid
And that ain't no lie
We could make Detroit
If we drive the night
Just 263 miles to the west
That ain't romantic
It's just the present

Holy smokes
Me oh my
This city living
Well it's alright
I got my cigar
You got the light
Let's hit the boardwalk and go get high

Well I'll put my suit on
And you grab that dress
Now let's take a moment
To freeze this second
I'll grab my hammer
but you cracked the glass
Now I'll grab that pushbroom
To clean up the sand

Holy smokes
Me oh my
You know there darlin
You're alright
Just like a sitcom re-run at night
And me, my darlin? I guess that I
I'm like a prizefighter
Stuck in the gym
Just like a preacher
Who forgot his hymns
I'm a broken wire
In your telephone calls
Like these ticket stubs
Taped to my walls

Well holy smokes
Me oh my
Well I'll take you dancing
Don't that sound nice?
How bout some old jazz
Or Dixieland?
Come on now, baby
Take my hand

Holy smokes
Me oh my!
You know there
Well I guess that I'll
Put these gloves on
One last time
I'll put these gloves on
One last time