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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548221" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Chicago [1920's slang]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Left my dump, off to the [Gourmet Cafe]<br>Ankling it, no need for a hack<br>I'm a johnnie walker<br>Stopped a bit to jaw a little<br>With two wiseheads [Jess] and [Carrianne]<br>Before work<br>As we discuss how one of their coffee-and-donut doble<br>Keep klunking out on them<br>When I arrived<br>I poured me a cup of joe<br>Then took a powder<br>To find me an ameche<br>To arrange a get together for tonight<br>With my tight squeeze<br>I get back and drink the joe<br>Shortly afterwards I get jingle-brained<br>Then I threw a joe<br>I wake to find me in this heap<br>Someplace in a back of alley<br>And was being pulled out by three goons<br>I recognize [Daniel], [Bob] and [Dain]<br>Once they get me inside their hideout<br>I'm still jingle-brained<br>I realized I drunk a mickey finn<br>Now I'm in a jam<br>I recognize the butter and egg man<br>As the baddest gangster in upstate New York<br>His name is [Don Levy]<br>I also recognize the rest of the chopper squad<br>They are [Thom], [Josh] and also [Dan]<br>Who I use to drink out of the same bottle with<br>Don sends one of his hatchmen to get the seventh<br>Which he refers to [Engelhardt]<br>Each one of these numbers were well-heeled<br>With Chicago typewriters<br>Couple of them had dinchers in there kissers<br>Another asks for one of their ciggies<br>Mr. Levy who comes off as a nance<br>Tosses his deck to him and tells him to pipe down<br>Then he slaps my lid of my keyster<br>I know I'll be grilled about dust I know about<br>I can see by their get-ups<br>They have heavy sugar<br>The hard-boiled gimp tells me to level with him<br>He thinks I know alot the couple I'm working with<br>He mentions they're his biggest rival<br>Who don't want to play ball with him<br>All I am is a pearl diver in their restaurant<br>I don't know their potatoes of capers<br>I tell him he's tooting the wrong ringer<br>'All I do is wash dishes.'<br>They don't seem to be in that type of racketeering<br>Then two bins ankles in<br>Den tells them '[Terese] and [Carole] get in the back<br>Few minutes later two skirts arrive<br>This time he says<br>'Annie and Mary go in the back'<br>'Keep those other two company'<br>'This is business'<br>He tells me once he was left holding the bag<br>He never got his dib from my big cheese<br>My big cheese according to Don<br>Gave him the Chinese squeeze<br>He apparently became my big cheese's patsy<br>And refered him as a smooth<br>Need to bring this chin to a conclusion with me still intact<br>At this time, the gals in the back were giggling<br>Maybe this joint is wet with giggle water<br>Mr. Levy then says <br>'I'll have one of my goons sock your scnozzle, savvy? '<br>He wants me to rat out <br>If there were anyone planted on the inside of his operations<br>As if a pearl diver, like myself know anything<br>Then a dish with a pretty pan enters<br>Don then asks her<br>'Why do you gals always come when I'm doing business<br>He takes out his bank roll<br>Which seems to be at least a pai of Cs<br>Or possibly more <br>He places some lettuce in her hands<br>Then suggests she take the other gals out and dry up<br>She has these big bubs<br>Which i'd like to put my flippers on<br>Just then she puts her lips upon his<br>Then i realize she's his moll<br>Knowing I shouldn't get dizzy with this dame<br>I tell him don't get ing bing<br>Then confess ish kabibble <br>About neither his nor his rival's bee's wax<br>Well Jeepers Creepers<br>It's not getting duck soup<br>In convincing him I know nothing<br>I believe soon he'll be gashouse with me<br>Sure enough he put his paws upon my pipes<br>Which sent my pump to leap out of my pipes<br>From the heebie jeepies<br>He pours himself some yack yack bourbon<br>And then takes a snort of it<br>He says 'Says you'<br>'Now start singing, tell me who's the inside guy'<br>'Or I'll have one of my goons put the broderick on you'<br>I've remembered I've had sap poison upon my head before<br>He orders one of his goons to sock my peeper<br>I get dry gulched<br>It was so hard I know I have a goog<br>One of the fellas asks<br>If he should take me for a one way ride<br>Then I see Mr. Levy jerking a nod<br>Just then a Chicago pineapple flys through the window<br>I think I'll be out of this dump in a Chicago overcoat<br>One of the goons grabs the Chicago pineapple<br>Tosses it out of another window<br>They all begin to burn powder<br>I duck to stay out of the Chicago lightning<br>I see lead smashing into everything in sight<br>One of the fellas takes a shiv to me<br>Once the Chicago lightning ends<br>Mr. Levy and his goons are nowheres to be seen<br>I take to the air<br>Covering up the Harlem sunset<br>With a rag that was by the door<br>Today hasn't been much of a cat's pajamas<br>I get outside find myself in front of an old hash house<br>Across the street from [Caffe Lena]<br>Then I hear 'Grab a little air'<br>I look around and see buttons<br>Waving their buzzers at me in one hand<br>And the other their pieces</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=R.K.+Cowles">R.K. Cowles</a><div class=q>
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Ankling it, no need for a hack
I'm a johnnie walker
Stopped a bit to jaw a little
With two wiseheads [Jess] and [Carrianne]
Before work
As we discuss how one of their coffee-and-donut doble
Keep klunking out..."></div>
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