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| Pete Atkin sings
I See The Joker by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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Mornings now I breakfast in the tower Then travel thirty floors to the garage My limousine is a safe-deposit box With plastic armour in the top and sides Solid like a strongroom in Fort Knox And all along the parkway into town We're covered for a mile front and back By Family cars, but when I cut the pack I see the Joker I cut the pack and see the Joker Who is this guy and why does he want me? This city has been ours since way back when At first from booze and girls and junk, and then Legitimate, from rents and industry The Chief of Police is ours to buy and sell The DA and the Mayor are ours as well There's no-one left to fight, the enemy Are dead and gone, or just some juicehead black Loose with a knife, but when I cut the pack I see the Joker I cut the pack and see the Joker We do the journey different every day Today we hit the garment district first The double back and take the boulevard And as we drive I don't know which is worst To know he'll come but not to know the way To know he'll make a play but not know how Is he somewhere out there setting up the gun? Is this headache from his crosswires on my brow? There's no way, not a crevice, not a crack That he can reach me, but when I cut the pack I see the Joker I cut the pack and see the Joker | |||||
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