East Side Bar

West side girl, goin to an east side bar
West side girl, goin to an east side bar
No damn good could come of this
Those west side lips in an east side kiss
West side girl, goin to a east side bar
Tonight it’s gonna all hang out
Someone’s in without a doubt
When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar
Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl
Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl
The music’s playin loud as hell
Her motivation’s is hard to tell
Buckshot Bob, sugarbaby on the prowl
Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour
Scooter D, gettin' cruder by the hour
He’s a flannel totin' east side hick
He’s starin' and a-winkin' at that west side chick
Scooter’s gettin' ruder by the hour
Tonight it’s gonna all hang out
Someone’s in without a doubt
When a west side girl is goin to an east side bar
Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud
Now Buckshot Bob is sick of sippin on his Bud
He’s standing up to make his play
Scooter’s gets in Bobby’s way
Now Buckshot Bobby reaches for his empty Bud
And now he smash that bottle on the bar
As Scooter grabs the pickle jar
And chucks it right at Bobby’s fumin' face
He misses by a mile or two
The barkeep grabs his 22
And a-Bobby and a-Scooter went a-runnin' from that place
I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl
I sat my ass, down beside the west side girl
I said, «well, this has been a crazy night
Well baby, won’tcha-come-on-home-with-me tonight?» …
Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world
Now I got a west side girl, gonna rock my east side world