Mrs. Adams

Here I am In this Hollywood bar. Press my face against the glass. Can't you see I'm making reservations? Ah, for her birthday Hey, Mrs. Adams What you doing now with your gun in your mouth? You jokers and clowns you just feel down Hey! Oh, I got to go with you Don't you believe 'em Do you see 'em coming down? 'Cause you'll end up in the ground Ah! Hey, Jackie Can't you see 'em coming down from her attic to sand. That's me and it doesn't feel down You just feel down on your birthday Yeah, go on Mrs. Adams with your corpse in her attic on her birthday At least seventy Oh, God, it's almost eleven Whoa, you got to go You got to go Oh, I got to go Poor Mrs. Adams in the snow Now I'm hanging from her robe Huh! Just hang on, Mrs. Adams You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah Just hang on, Mrs. Adams Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together Just hang on, Mrs. Adams You spend your money now but you know you got to wait, yeah Just hang on, Mrs. Adams Put the pieces back down and crack 'em together Mrs. Adams!