(Rickie Lee Jones)
I and Braggar, and Junior Lee,
well that's the way we always thought it would be
In the Winston lips 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 the hungry night wants more and some more
And you chipyin your little kiss.
I jumped all his jokers,
But he trumped all my tricks
But I swear to God
I thought this one was smart enough to
Stick it into Coolsville
And stick it into Coolsville
Ooh daddy. Stick it into Coolsville
So now it's J&B, and me, and that sounds close,
But it ain't the same
But that's okay
Hot City don't hurt that much
But everything feels the same
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....
I hear you wanna go back to Coolsville?
Then come on
I'll take you back to Coolsville |