Lucifer Jones from Lucky by Ira Marlowe

Lucifer Jones
You old barrel of bones
Leave me alone
For awhile
Ride, ride, ride
To your place on the other side
Where I don’t have to know ya
Where I don’t have to show ya
To the door
Anymore

Lucifer Jones
With your dollar cologne
And your skinny little smile
That’s got no joy
Ride, ride, ride
To your place on the other side
Where I don’t have to see ya
And I don’t have to be your your little toy
You got no joy
I saw you standing on the corner with your porn-star mustache on
Conquoring a Schlitz Malt can like a poor man’s Genghis Khan
Leaning on a car singing Sonny’s part of “The Beat Goes On”
You got it wrong

Lucifer Jones
Stuck on the Stones
Tellin’ me that Brian was your boy
Ride, ride, ride
To your place on the other side
Where I don’t have to hear you
Never goin’ near ya
anywhere
Just don’t care
I saw you talkin’ to the wall-eyed guy at the Lucky Loan
Starin’ at the 1965 I used to own
Teardrop shape and it can’t stop makin’ that killer tone
Leave it alone

Lucifer Jones
Lucifer Jones
Everyone knows
What you are
Ride, ride, ride
To your place on the other side
Where you’ll be on your own some, keepin to your lonesome
Lonesome, lonesome, lonesome Lucifer Jones

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