Pasties And A G-String (At the Two O'Clock Club), Small Change, Tom Waits [042]

For her final track with Song by Song, Lucy Dallas discusses with Sam and Martin some of the social setting and politics of this bump and grind number from Small Change. The relationship of satire and exploitation, sex and sexiness as well as the extent of Waits's critique on the characters he plays and embodies all appear, set to a thumping beat! Song by Song is Martin Zaltz Austwick and Sam Pay; two musicians listening to and discussing every single Tom Waits track in chronological order. website: songbysongpodcast.com twitter: @songbysongpod e-mail: [email protected] Music extracts used for illustrative/review purposes include: Pasties and a G-String (At the Two O'Clock Club), Small Change, Tom Waits (1976) Artistry In Percussion, Early Masterpieces 1941-1946, Stan Kenton (1944/2011) We think your Song by Song experience will be enhanced by hearing, in full, the songs featured in the show, which you can get hold of from your favourite record shop or online platform. Please support artists by buying their music, or using services which guarantee artists a revenue - listen responsibly. Lyrics - Pasties And A G-String Smellin like a brewery lookin like a tramp ain't got a quarter got a postage stamp and a five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town talking with the old men sleeping on the ground Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn sharin this apartment with a telephone pole and it's a fish net stockings spike heel shoes strip tease, prick tease car kease blues and the porno floor show live nude girls dreamy and creamy and the brunette curls chesty Morgan, and a Watermelon Rose raise my rent and take off all your clothes with the trench coats magazines bottle full a rum she's so good, it make a dead man cum, with pasties and a g-string beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze wrinkles and cherry and twinky and pinky and Fefe live from Gay Paree fanfares rim shots backstage who cares all this hot burlesque for me cleavage cleavage thighs and hips from the nape of her neck to the lips tick lips chopped and channeled and lowered and louvered and a cheater slicks and baby moons she's hot and ready and creamy and sugared and the band is awful and so are the tunes crawlin on her belly shakin like jelly and I'm gettin harder than Chinese algebraziers and cheers from the compendium here hey sweet heart they're yellin for more squashin out your cigarette butts on the floor and I like Shelly you like Jane what was the girl with the snake skins name it's an early bird matinee' come back any day getcha little sompin that cha can't get at home getcha little sompin that cha can't get at home pasties and a g-string beer and a shot Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze popcorn front row higher than a kite and I'll be back tomorrow night and I'll be back tomorrow night