Cocaine Blues

Lyrics

Jimmy was frightened of them, naturally Crash took it all in his stride, he said "Gosh, Crash, th-th-they're so large, so, so huge!" "Don't worry, Jimmy, I'll protect you" And then, well, the fat cows turned to Crash and said "How ya doin' big boy?" Crash took it in his stride and said "Bend over boy" Baby in the cradle down in New Orleans Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got mean Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore "I believe," he said, "she can't smell no more" I said go, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine Now the furniturе man came to my house It was last Sunday morn He askеd me, was my wife at home? I told him no, she's long been gone He backed his truck up to my house Took everything I had And he carried it back to the furniture store Lordy, I do feel sad I call my Cora, Cora Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore Oh baby, I believe she said she couldn't smell no more I said go, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine What? Oh, uh What in the world does any man need? Tell me mister furniture man I'll pay you back, you know I really will And you certainly know I can You'll take everything in a poor man's house From a skillet to a frying pan If there ever was a devil without any horns It must have been a furniture man I call my Cora, Cora Cora comes sniffin' with her nose all sore Poor baby, I believe she said she couldn't smell no more I said go run, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine Oh, Cora, Cora Doctor kept a-whippin' 'til the baby got sore I believe he said she couldn't smell no more I said go run, doctor, ring the bell The women in the alley I'm simply wild about my good cocaine