Mumblewish

(S. Walker)
He was cruisin' down the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the streets are dirty and the dogs are mean
He was lookin' for some action with his mate Jim Beam
Then maybe shave his wrists with a razor clean

Heartbreak hotel had a room for rent
Reservations been made and the dates been set
Gonna dine upon a bullet play some Russian roulette
Then kick back nightmares in a cold hot sweat

He was knockin' back whiskeys at the club midnight
He was fillin' up fast he was pretty tight
When a dame walked up said: 'Got a light?'
Well never in his life had he got such a fright

He turned around looked her up and down and just frowned
She looked at him with a face pretty grim and said: 'So, Dinero?'

Well he started shaking uncontrollably
He was looking like something from Godfather III
And when he settled down he said: 'You talkin' to me?'
He said: 'You talkin' to me or are you talkin' to me?'
She said: 'Forget if Bobby or is it Al Pacino?'
He wasn't sure he said he didn't know
'Well that's all right with me' she said 'as long as you're not tryin' to be Mickey Rourke (ooo) what a dork.

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