The Flex And The Buff Result

well the chainsmoker he called the stockbroker

he said hell i hate to sell we've been doin really well

but i need a little liquidity you know i think they might be onto me

you see we all went down to meet that guy with the eyepatch

and i was nervous i was naseous i was drippin wet with heat rash

and the stark bar's filled with cardsharks and the carparks they get so dark

and the false starts make me jumpy and those chicks were just so dumpy

and those pimps with the shrimps from the blimpie up on 5th street

i shoulda known that no one clean would ever lie down quite that easy

finally the guy with the eyepatch arrives, he was drippin wet with gin fizz

he was half dead and dynamite

with the needle-marked arms like the frontman in some grunge band

a big straw hat and a liquid orange suntan

he cooled himself off with a japanese handfan

motioned for silence and then he began, he said

you know this clown they call the night club dwight

he's got a place called the nice nice that he won rollin dice dice

dwight likes the lights he likes roamin the foam

now dwight's never home now that dwight's got a jones

dwight was pretty nice when he took out that loan from us

now dwight don't got the courtesy to pick up the phone for us

made a joke and leaned in close and then he spoke, he said

i want night club dwight dead in his grave

i want the nice nice up in blazes