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Bosley - Neon Magazine lyrics

Artist: Bosley

album: Honey Pig


Well here I am
Well it was midnight when the music
Started burnin down the block
With the witching hour for all the city hounds
All the wolf pack boys was showin rims
Were pickin on the pretty hens
And chasin all the birds up town
It was the time of night the taxicabs
All full of Johns and backstreet broads
And everybody needs a place to go
Somewhere beneath the sapphire moon
The sirens sang like saxophones
Biddin me on down the way
To a little place I know
Well say, it's Gypsy Mack that runs the joint
He plays the penny clarinet
And he calls the place the Neon Magazine
Yea, they got circus shows and dancin bears
And pink albino elephants
And trapeze swingers spittin gasoline
They keep a brass band always bangin out
Those Broadway rhythm beats
While the clientele keeps smokin up a cloud
And all the girls start gettin loose
And silly on that sugar juice
And the people start to shout out loud
And they say...
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
N-E-O-N Magazine
Well they mix all kinds of medicine
From Rally Rye to turpentine
Whatever be the thing to quench your thirst
And if you got the scratch to spend
On a fast woman or a sloe gin
You can pick your poison
If it don't pick you first
Well Miss Ruby Cruise on Saturdays
She works the room and dances late
With the Queen of Spade tattooed on one tit
She liked to check your pockets once or twice
She'd feel you up and treat you nice
But then she'd start to play real hard to get
And she said...
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Mag-a-zine!
Mag-a-zine!
Mag-a-zine!
Well take a waltz down
Down Vinewood Avenue
Blow your mind and shine up your dancing shoes
Where the cut-string gangs and the alley cats hang out
It's a barrel-house, high-blood hotel
Full of dirty looks and cheap thrills
And things you don't even wanna know about
It's a place to catch the latest noise
All the color-talk from the business boys
Who loved to stay and sleaze the night away
Chase those after-hour glamor queens
That pout their lips and talk so mean
And sell this masquerade but it's ok by me
I just say...
Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
Yea, yea it's cool baby
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea
N-E-O-N Magazine
Yea Yea

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